It feels like summer finally.  My closet is in disarray from when I returned to this country. Its been several months and I feel nothing for those clothes. I feel their fabrics and like time they slip away.

With fairy lights twinkling in the distance and fireworks lighting up the inky blackness outside my window, I feel the passage of time heavily. It is something, time. Real and measurable and tangible.

The peace within is only today. Every day brings its imbalances and my heart sets forth to part the shadows and see peace in all her glory, her bright undimmed fire hiding just a few steps away.

Dogs bark unable to bear the sounds of distant molecules bursting with fervor. It is as I feared. Time has marched on and I am in its hold, sucked into its reality.