Slip sliding. Time. It slips slides away. Slipping away. Each moment. Sliding away. I read about her passing. Just saw her a month before. Young. In the mix of the day. Now slip sliding gone. She was always upbeat. She was so present. So vital. I don't think there was an angry bone in her body. Yet on that day, when she slipped away, I saw another. Always angry. Always upset. Always arguing. It appears he slipped slid away a long time ago. It comes to choices. In the slip sliding away day, choose wisely. An ageless experiment.