Life’s trampling pace

I emerge from a sleepy daze, blinking. The light is stark, bright, blinding.

After a minute, my sight adjusts to my surroundings. Everything is oddly familiar, yet strange.

Two shapes of similar height and width shift in my vision. The blurry edges mould and grow into human form as they draw closer. A primal force pulls me towards them. My arms gather them both as a recollection grows. In the dim recesses of my memory, I hear cries and coos, gurgles and giggles.

Clarity kicks with force. I am breathless; the past has trampled with a pace that leaves me wondering if life is an aberration.

But no. It’s real. Life gallops with thumping hooves, dust kicking in its wake.

These human shapes standing before me were my babies. Now, young men. My boys. My twins. Today they are 13.

Happy birthday to T1 and T2 🙂

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