All Happens in Due Time
Dear Lemon, December already!
Actually, no. December now. All has happened in due time.
I feel that I am quite conscious of the days. I live them well and I write a little bit and it means something. By that I mean that it does something to the days. They don't slip by-- I hold them before I tell you that I love you and goodnight. Before I let them go and fall asleep. I'm getting better at that. Letting go.
Time passes through me but I'm aware of its passage. And I'd like to think that time changes its shape and colour after it leaves me. Because I hold it, you see. I hold it and I mold it and and I paint it with my dutiful hands.
And so it is December. I am 21, no longer 20. It feels about right.
I love you.
Goodnight.