Speed

There was her cane, flying fast ahead of her, and there was her left foot, flying, too. Nothing would keep her back, nothing would assert itself against her, nothing would dare. I understand living at that speed. I understand eternally running. But right now, right this very instant, the novel is written and the presents are wrapped and the clients are happy and the bills are paid and there's even a tree on the back deck and there's no dust in my office, only the new, gorgeous, nearly blo...