slow time

Things could be different.
Have I forgotten something?
There are moments in time frozen in disconnected nurons
closed roads, closed stories.

Summer again, finally, and I'm feeling the same sense of renewal and regret that always seems to accompany the warmer weather. Why can't I just stop getting older? Why can't I figure out a way to have it all? For the first time in my life I can see the value (no pun intended) of being ridiculously wealthy. Money would equal freedom for me. Freedom to explore my life and my loves with every minute of time I have in this tease of a life.

Summer, I love you. Stick around for a while.