All they needed to know was that she was all right and her solitude was precious to her at this time. Her eyes fluttered just for a moment before she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, letting go to the song that said it all. It's only in a couple years. As I sit and think of how this all transpired, I find myself wishing my months were years as when I was a child myself. Children find everything takes so long.
Adults find everything moves so fast.
In that one bit of conversationI realized I wasn't a child anymore. I have crossed that shaky line and moved on. My world has begun to spin as a whirlwind of not only experiences but also emotions and conflicting ideas of where to go and what to do. When that fades, it will be too late. Then, I will be struggling just to understand where the children's imagination comes from and where it flies off to.