time.

it stretches and breathes like butterfly kisses on swan boats during summer lake visits. it shakes sparkly golden dust off its shoulders and pouts in picture perfect pastels with every forgotten, heartfelt moment. it drags its feet along the sidewalk during the last moments of a work day, drawing out the jail sentence for what feels like an eternity, or at least another year.

time trickles in increments large and small, like the pelting rain of a hurricane or dreamy droplets in a summer storm, as raging ocean waves on seasick nights, or perhaps even as a tranquil tropical pool of turquoise. it swirls in technicolor magic and twists its fingers through human strands of fate, snipping and snapping the lines that anchor us to the world all in the name of growth and change for the better.

time is always intangible, but never infallible.