Well. Winter has come to Tokyo. For the first time this year, I've felt the need to add more layers all day long. I just couldn't get warm. And I was planning on working in my garden for the last time this season. That doesn't sound too fun right now. I'd rather curl up with a good book, some Starbucks, and call it a day.
It seems that the years are just flying by now. Somehow, I've acquired a 14 year old son, Dillon, and an 8 year old daughter, Mackenzie. But in my mind's eye, I'M still just a girl. I see my kids doing the things that I still think I should be doing, and it surprises me that I'm not attending sports banquets, or writing papers, or going to dances. I blink, and another season has passed.
I found a grey hair last April. Pulled it out, but just noticed it has returned (thankfully alone), to remind me that I can't stop time.
But if we could stop time, would we really want to???
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