Regrets

A window opened … and became our world. Endless events transpired as single breaths of air within its hurricane and … we paid them no mind. ... but: They left small, faint, unconscious marks. As the Events Hurricane slows to a slight breeze, the marks of the past … Are discovered, pale and out-of-focus … we try desperately to recall the events they represent. Only rarely do we succeed … ‘Tis then Regret makes its impact known.