The ride

Is it my imagination or does life move on faster and faster?

Like a train:

racing downhill through terrain so lovely it takes my breath away

through fields so filled with horror I dare only peek for fear of losing my mind.

over bridges where to actually touch the earth would be too much for my mortal soul.

And onward.

With an ever changing group of fellow passengers whose presence magnifies, minimizes and covers up bits and pieces along the way making it a fugue in D minor at 24/16 time one minute and a heart throbbing love song the next.