The dandelions turned from sun to moon. Just like that.
A walk to the top of the ridge and back took hours. A child who wanted to go the whole way, yet could not walk all the way back. The walk takes an hour. A child leads the way, there and back. Just like that.
My hair started turning grey. Little by little. Then a flash of grey over my right eye. Going grey white, like Storm, my husband's female favorite X-Men character. Lucky for him, lucky for me. Just like that.
Completing another turn around the sun. Just like that.