But the big picture of life always comes as a seamless storyline of colors and lights and happenings and deeds, she thought. 
The rattle of awkward hours and painful holding on-s become a mere memory that we lock in a box, and throw the key between the lines of diary that is dusting at the corner rack. Or maybe behind the bonfire of last winter's trek.
Looking back at those days that seemed endless every morning, she sighed in near slumber.

.. Hours seem long but the years pass by so quick!