Reader Reflections

I've been relaxing into the fact that my identity is not as predictably secure as I once thought. I'm simply a mystery along with everything/everyone else. At times there is a little fear, but even fear seems less solid than I remember.

The baby fell asleep in her stroller while we were walking through the park today, which gave me a chance to lie on my back and watch the clouds. A few thoughts about wasting time gave way to a silent communion, not unlike many childhood experiences.

Children don't seem to prioritize "time" the same way adults seem to....They don't miss out on mercurial sun-lit wisps of mystery either!