In a minute, a thousand heartbeats

The air smells of Christmas.

Windows full of sparkles and glitter.

I've been sewing, sewing, sewing.

Looking to the stars.

Remembering, remembering.

Today memories of my great grandmother.

The way she took down her silver hair

every night

and plaited it into two plaits.

As a child

I used to watch in wonderment,

as she plaited those long silver threads night after night.

Then,

she would take a small skeleton key and wind up the clock that sat on the mantle.

It used to chime every fifteen minutes, then ring out the hours.

These are the hours of our lives.

It's amazing that that time with my great grandmother seems like seconds ago.

Is this life a great game of snakes and ladders?

Up a huge ladder to reach one hundred

and one second down the snake and back to one?

Thinking of Susan, ( my great granny)

made me feel that way.

As if life is one

very

fast

board

game.