Again I am an Infant
It was strange to come back home. To see everything had remained exactly how I had left it. It was like no time had passed at all. The leaves on the trees never fell. The snow never melted. It was never time for bed and the teacher never blew the whistle for recess. Yet time had passed and I hadn’t seen these walls in years. It rained and it snowed and the wind blew and the clocks all ticked and now I was back where I started. The clocks were all still ticking, ticking faster than I’d like them to. At that moment the clock was ticking down to the moment that one of my parents came up and asked me what was taking so long, so I started in the closet.
