Written a little over six months ago and about 3000 miles east of where I now sit, "Moments Pass", seems just as relevant. Enjoy.
Moments Pass
Children and squirrels move rapidly. Nothing else flows as freely. Water fountains are closed for the season. Joggers move sluggishly. Only the evergreens have leaves. It's too cold to cry. Snow still evaporates. Life continues, Feelings flourish. A father's remembered. Eternity is approached. Moments pass.