surrender - by jaron - the way home

It's strange to be able to feel the passage of time. It's in the air right now. If you pay attention, it’s thick. Viscous. Moments are heavy, like swimming through warm pools of honey. Your old college roommate is leaving the country indefinitely. You didn't know until you got a text today while leaving the bar. Your other friend is proposing in December. You talk about engagement rings, and weddings.