Summer snow.

I'm beginning to believe it a touch more each day; that I have nothing to add to the conversation, your high talk, the big idea. I'm increasingly irrelevant and decidedly disappointing.

The verbal snub.
The condescending chuckle.
I'm beginning to wear them like coats you hand me from the closet.

"Here, put this on. You're not fooling anyone."

In every life comes a moment, a benchmark, a trial - a test to see just how far you've come.

Mine came.
And mine passed on by, shaking its head at me and my June parka.