Some moments in my life have blazed by. Others are like a flickering flame, taking it's sweet time for the smoke to disappear into the air. I ponder on that smokey smoke wondering why I can pay attention to it for so long, how I am able to stare and articulate the mysteries of time. Moments in particular when I think back to all of my mistakes, and all of my wet tears. Through them I see so many details that are making me come forward into this very existence. I remember the clarity after the rainfall coming from my eyes, a sense of calm surrounding me after the storm.
When I think back to all of the laughs, they are like a race car, exhilarating and quick, but I can't recall them with as much detail, like they are the laughs of someone I do not know. It's almost like I relate more to my softer, intellectual, and more sensitive side than to my funny, dorky, and eccentric side.
I remember the times I would go four wheeling with my sister and step dad at the time. It was so fun. I remember how much I loved going. I loved the sound of the spinning tires, the feel of the handlebars beneath my small fingers, even the not so glorious moments when I would speed and make a sharp turn and the four wheeler fell on top of me. I can still feel the air being knocked out of me. Those memories play over inside my head more so like a movie that I have made. I look back to all those bitter sweet moments and lick my lips wondering where all the sugar had dissolved to.