Wristwatch

The cool sun of late winter shines through the wavy paned windows and glows through my closed eyelids and gently warms my face and forehead as I dream of summer again. I can feel the colors of the sun with my skin. Reds and oranges and yellows. I can breathe its fumes in my nostrils. It both invigorates me and soothes me.

Tide and time wait for no man so I must keep moving while trying deliberately to live in the past, present, and future simultaneously and savoring every last moment of life’s blessing.

Artwork by Betsy Barry.