Seasons

With time, all things change. You can't speed it up. You can't slow it down. For those of us caught in the gentle stream of time, then, what are we to make of it? How will it taste? Will it be the bitterest gall? Or the sweetest of honey?

This is a story I wrote in participation in the BirdLife project that Wattpad is putting together this summer.

Btw, I should warn you, for some of my followers out there, there is absolutely no science fiction or fantasy in this one. Nothing weird at all. Wow! How about that?! :DD