Motion

[tarnera]

The clouds pass her by, always moving so fast, too fast. So fast they seem unreal. She watches their motion, her ancient patience unruffled by their speed.

Everything moves so fast now; days, seasons. She feels their passing, watches as they leave her behind.

She lets them go. This world is running out of room for patient things, but it will allow her to endure for a little bit longer.