The Fog

Yep — that’s what it seems like when I look out of my left eye. It’s one, big blur. Okay, comes with the territory. But that’s not the fog, blur, blend I’m really writing about. My musings today are about when the past, present, and future sandwich into a seemingly amorphous twirl of hopes, losses, memories, dreams, and an endless combination thereof. How quickly things change, how rapidly life deals the hand that causes the┬ácards to collapse. It can be something as catastropic as what happened to everyone involved with Diane Schuler, or it can be as innocuous as a simple note — both of which inflict scars that never go away.