the snow globe
the snow globe There are a few moments in my life that seem frozen in time. Like a beautiful quilt, there are tattered worn-out squares of equal parts joy and sorrow that are pieced together to quietly prove the existence of life and being. There are other moments, though, that merely seem slow like old films played on projectors at half-speed. We sit back and watch them with a soft smile, surrounded by friends as the memories flicker in the reflections of our eyes. We might laugh or even cry, but whatever we feel quickly dissipates when the lights turn on and we ultimately leave feeling something pleasant. Time well spent. We take note to retell those moments as good stories later on, but go on with the rest of our day. Then there are the moments I'm talking about. The moments where our world suddenly becomes enclosed inside a giant snow globe, and someone has come and shaken the whole damn thing. Anything that was moving is...