The lilacs are on. April is gone.
May is almost halfway through. The saying goes “time flies when we’re having fun” and I never really agreed with that. It’s true that time drags when you’re suffering, in pain, or waiting for a call from your oncologist. But good days don’t rush past; they unfold slowly, like a cat stretching in a patch of sunlight. And fill diary pages with events or reflections, leaving memories, inside jokes and stories to tell later. Time flies when we are ambling aimlessly. When the days all look the same, with no expectations of change. I’m not hoping for anything because I know nothing will come. Nothing but next month, and the next. I took the calendar off the wall.