the clouds drift like silver rivers, the rain trickles- crushed petals of silk. the little valleys of sky ruffle like leaves. the autumn is a diamond sky- crisp and cold.
My life has slipped away. My life has been crazy slow. The days seem long. The weeks fly by. And the years . . . Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â where did they go?