Now

Falling on the ice, slipping and bumping my way down several stairs, until I unceremoniously came to a halt. Feet splayed out. Hands still clinging to two bags of groceries, a tote bag slung over my shoulder and filled with books, I remained still for a few moments.

What had hit the hard corners of the stairs? Everything moved the way it had when I first stepped on the hidden ice-

Lucky. Nothing broke. Makes one wonder about the quickness of time. I was fortunate. So give thanks for being lucky. No broken bones. My head is still intact. One small scrape on one finger.

It makes me wonder about the way things happen in split seconds. Lives change in split seconds. What we have is now--