Coming of Age
As child in late winter, I would walk along the snow banks and watch the fallen snow dissolve into puddles. In my mind I made them kingdoms. Islands of ice adrift in a warming sea. Filled with thousands of tiny souls watching as their world dissolved. I imagined I was one of them struggling to comprehend. I felt their loss and sense of confusion. The things they once relied on as solid and fixed were now fluid and tenuous.
I mourned for them because I could not mourn for me.