BAM, it just kept happening and rising, the knowledge, the beauty, the hopefulness, my feet not touching the ground, my cheek not feeling the air, the love the swoop and swoon the blood mashing in my ears the any moment now the any second now he will call, the beauty of the day, the beauty of the sky, the jolt of missed time and had I missed it? Did he text? Is my battery dead? Did I pick up somebody else’s phone, now?
