Baalat Teshuva

Time is escaping me. It is disappearing beneath the horizon on the wings of birds who forgot to fly.

I don't do thunderstorms well.

When late night hours turn to early morning hours turn to another sleepless night you forget to be transparent. The insomnia is lacing your words again and mother isn't fooled. You forgot your raincoat and your rainboots and your rainbows at the door. This isn't like the movies. If you go outside, you will get wet.