Paragraph on Time II:
I bet it felt like yesterday to the old woman. She said the story as she relieved it right in front of me. Eyes glistening as she looked past me. As if the images were going by in the distance. She had been alive for near seventy years. Every wrinkle etched out like the rings of a tree trunk. Gray hairs frizzed on her head as the laugh got caught up in her throat. I saw the images before me, in her single being. She sees them as a distant lifetime. We are reincarnated every morning, did you know that? Each day a new version of myself wakes up, feeling like yesterday – last weekend – week – month – year – years are all different versions of me. Alternate life’s. She finishes the story with a lamenting sigh. A weary, “-- you would have liked him.” I know I would have, for they are all sitting before me, through her. Through time.
what a pretty paragraph