Dancing with darkness, everything hurts, about to go into town to do errands with Lily and the children, just keep moving, just keep moving.
The hurricane lilies should start popping up any day now.
Another year is passing so quickly.
A life. This life.
It spins through my fingers like poorly woven silk, who can hold on to it?
Cupping water in my hands, an exercise in futility. It never stays long enough to reflect the light of even one star.