In the blink of an eye.

It was always just a phrase to me before now.

I'm going faster than I should down the mountain. Only another few minutes and I'll be at the rental hut. I think. Everything is blurrier than usual, thanks to the tears. This is how I've been living my life—a little blurry—only I didn't realize it until the optometrist clicked those slides into place so I could see the letters on the wall.

There's a minor scrape on my leg where I grazed a tree about a quarter mile back. But I'm not stopping to bandage it now. I just want to get away. Away...