There are moments when I feel like everything is just peachy. Life is chugging along.
And then something innocent causes a hiccup. A pause and a reflection.
Sometimes it’s a phone call from a friend or a passing comment from an aquaintence. Sometimes it’s remembering the significance of a date or visiting an old place.
I trace over those moments with my mind like I am tracing my finger over a scar, feeling the inconsistencies and committing them to memory.
Smooth skin interrupted by the raised, jagged edges of a healed wound.