You want evidence of time and space?
Forty-five minutes away from me there is no snow. Here it is winter; there it is fall. But it is happening simultaneously as well.
I know this for fact–even though the man who would have told me is no longer there at all.
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wish he was with you to savor the crystalline white, as well as to watch the leaves turn
no matter what else changes in our lives, the seasons still continue to rotate through the motions, don’t they?
I knew you’d know who I meant. But the seasons do go on, as you say, and they soften the memories of those that came before. Thank you.