Every moment

Every new moment a flower opens its petals to the sky. New days melt ice from mountain tops, turning to trickling streams, winding down river valleys. New weeks see gems uncovered under oceans where light cannot see; tiny microbes breathe not sun, not air, the darkness, but they shine like starlight, a million brilliant beacons under the waves. Every new month the moon turns its face away, then back towards us and winks hello again. Every new year a page of life's book is turned. Every new decade we say hello to fashion, goodbye to fashion folly. The wrinkles come to visit and set up camp, marking the days on our faces like road maps to the past.