Adrift
It’s hard to track time. It spreads out like water; changes the landscape. Everything is different.
Wednesday, and the air-conditioning is whispering cool words through the vents in the house. Memorial Day came and went. The geography is green and blooming. Seedlings drifting on fuzz in the air. Many of the sights are the same, but the feel is different. There is a layer over things, now. Time has spread out, changed my world. I don’t know what to do here.
May has drifted off. Guess I should say, Hello June.