It comes and goes in the blink of an eye. Yesterday, more like yesteryear, reminds me of times gone by. Memories dance on a frozen pond, twisting in clarity as they fall. How I want to catch each one and keep it from sliding into the murky depths of an early senility. The blooms of roses long since spent remain etched on my heart but the lunch I ate for yesterday is a mystery. Time is marked in faded glory and age spots, in that first laugh and baby steps. Yesterday I couldn’t see the brilliance staring back at me.