Lately, these have gone by too quickly.
I blinked and March blew away in a wintery haze. I sighed, and the first few days of April vanished. I've been looking forward, forward, so much lately that time is passing unnoticed, and I didn't realize it until a month had disappeared.
Each moment is a memory, and I've been forgetting to enjoy, to savor, to bask. I want to remember more sunsets.