The Time You Make

You know when life is moving and things start to feel routinely predictable? All a girl can really do then, is keep her face looking toward the sun and strap on a pair of boots to brave the world in. Honestly, I'm afraid to count the number of texts I receive in a day, to remember how many times I've had to rain check on an old friend, because "work ran late". Once, when I had been feeling a little stuck, a little like the city had swallowed me whole, someone I loved whose words I instantly trust, looked me straight in the eyes, right in the middle of things, and gave me the best advice about time, and life, and how the two can pass by if you don't - well, recognize. ...