One thought becomes another.
One moment melts into the next.
One day passes.
Weeks become months.
Months are years.

How might it be to slow time?
I wondered.

It was snow....that melted into rain...that froze into a solid coat of solid white ice.

It was thirty-one years ago that I became one child's mother.
And then - there was another. And then - one more after that.

Years fade into decades.
Decades become a life.

She stood and stopped just there.
Poised....and on the threshold of this in-between.
Leaving the past. Stepping into her future.
In this present.

Now.

How might it be to slow time?
I wondered.