Life is made up of small moments
One after another
Happening sometimes in slow motion
Other times quick enough so you can’t catch your breath
I love the way a whole series of moments can define a period of your life
Or illustrate the beauties of your favorite friendships
Or only really be remembered by the feelings they evoked even when you cannot remember who you were with, what they said, or what they did
as Mamma Maya said
I have some predictions but I wonder
what I will say about all the moments
that make up this extra time I have had at home
