I keep catching a glimpse of a mirror – my reflection – out of the corner of my eye. But every time I turn, it is a flower staring at me.
We are moving. I quit my job. I found a new one.
It’s time to start over.
My dad is living with us now. My mom is lost in the wind.
We are moving backwards in time – moving to my husband’s grandmother’s house. She passed away. Now, it will be our home.
I hope it all goes forward smoothly, but so far it has been rough seas for everyone. I need peace.