Time is cruel and incredibly brief. It is both merciful and patient while being fragile and easily broken. It is bright and way too fast. Autumn doesn't last long at all, and just adds to the quite funny arc that is our life. Knowing fear as a child, being completely bewildered by the sheer scale of our world. To conquering yourself as a young adult, and finding ways to make a difference. To going back around to fear in your older years and knowing that your initial assessment had always been right. Life was an endless churn of helplessness and fear we had no control over. If only I could learn to swim my way through it.
