Change. It's everywhere. I see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice. But mostly I feel it from the deep dark depths of reality. I feel the the sugar coating of summer air wear away.. finer and finer. I allow it to approach as we knew it would, because there's just no stopping it. It's hard and it's dangerous, life changing, but inevitable. A certain freedom that has been forbidden, under wraps, and for some time unwanted. It was more then we knew.back in the lost time.. bare feet honey suckle lazy days of summer. An untouched thought, unspoken plan. We would wonder where the wishys went after blowing them from their stems. Wonder why the crickets only chirped at dusk. And then there were things we never questioned- like why the sun stayed out a little longer just enough for one more game of hide and seek. And what really was beyond our childhood worlds. Those questions never were asked. Yet their answers were forced upon us. And no matter how tightly we shut our eyes or clamped our tiny palms against our ears, those answers flooded through. Prying out our innocence, destroying all in its path. Knowing was believing. It was change. And it crept and crept and crept. Farther and farther in little bits at a time. We were the victims.