I used to wish for a time machine. Or more like a distance teleporter... a secret door you could walk through and be anywhere you wanted to be in the world. I would close my eyes tight and hope to be with family that lived down south, and some days the mountains, yesterday with a far-away friend.
Who am I kidding I still search for that secret door and can't believe I haven't found it yet.
I have a hard time understanding why distance even has to exist. The heart fonder? But also weaker.
There's this photo of my mom and me at this age standing in the snow just like that.
Just like that.
And I wonder how many of my dreams and wishes were-
to my future self.
psst- more memories and thoughts on time found here, published recently at Story Bleed Magazine.