Like smoke rolling off of an incense stick, life changes so fast.
It flys from its source and floats away.
Mostly insubstantial but clearly right before your eyes.
Every curl and swirl is different never repeating it’s shape and form like every moment.
Only one chance to see it as it dissipates in seconds.
Lingering behind is that sweet pleasant scent, a memory of what had been before.
adriana pridemore 
Beautiful prose and a wonderful reminder to enjoy everything that the present has to offer 😉
Thank you!
The passage of time personified. Love the image as well.
Erik
http://erikconover.com
Thank you!
You’re very welcome!
Beautiful