Here we sit, addled, anxious, feeling the minutes becoming hours becoming closer to the time that waits for all of us. We are holding fast to the hub of our wheel, not quite ready to roll on our own, lest all these spokes fall away. But she is slipping, taking us all farther and faster into the unknown.
And life goes on ... in all its color, all its noise, all its mess and glory. The flowers, especially, these lovely cosmos and coneflowers, and the turtles we move from the road, and maybe someday I'll learn to take pictures of the people around me that do them justice.
To love and to be loved. It is all that matters.