There is a time for all things. This truth, I know. Yet I find myself in want for things that this season is not offering.
I want time to sit like this. I want time to turn off my car and leave my things in the back seat, just step out and look, breathe, wait a minute while my skins warms. I want time to swing my legs over the edge of a cliff, pick a flower I shouldn’t probably pick and stick it in my ponytail. I want time to tie my shoes and laugh at you and kick loose rocks beneath my soles. Time to be in-between.
I don’t have time for…