Monday morning. Ovulation. Blue skies.
I have been going through something difficult with Johnny, but we are working our way through it. It is a strange phase where time seem to be everything. Backwards. Forwards. The now. Hours. Lost and found. I now see time as something far more important than money. Perhaps it is always about choosing one over the other. Johnny is my best friend and I trust him when he says that we can get through anything. Even when there are familiar shadows clinging to the present time.