She looks back at what has transpired these past few months, then years, then decades; a bunch of miscalculations. She ponders for a moment, taking in the sea breeze, the scent of her husbands pillow, the sweet little hand that caresses her face in…
As a little girl she never saw the man in the moon, it was always a rabbit. As much as she tried to see the man, she could not…until her perception was changed, by life, words; losing her focus. She felt herself sliding backwards…