How inappropriate! This year says hello with a goodbye. I spend most of my time waiting for this precious little moment, and suddenly, wham! It’s gone. Right when I’ve already gotten used (again) to the smoothness of his cheeks, to his beautiful laughter, to his soft voice, I must become familiar (again!) with the long, wintery absence.
It’s funny how life seems to go on in such a way that everything seems to move fast while I stand still, a flesh and bone statue amidst the lively city. All the processes which are performed during The Absence seem never to have happened when It is over. But just as one is getting comfortable without it, The Absence starts again. It’s like those hotter days in the late summer, short spaces of glad warmth which precede the almost everlasting nights of snow and aching bones.
Happiness is such an ephemeral thing! It’s the single flap of a butterfly’s wing, hopefully repeated over, and over, and over again.