The final stage before it’s dark Some older ones still barely glow But touch me and I’ll leave my mark A painful welt with smudge bestowed

Winnie cosplayed a cloud trying to get some. Hubby said it trying to get some. My comb doesn’t have any, does yours?

I’m born when you look, yet die when you stare. I weigh nothing at all, but crush you with care. I vanish when chased, appear when you flee. I bind every choice yet swear you are free. I’m sharper than truth, more cruel than a lie. I live in the moment you wish would pass by.

You can see me in the distance, but no matter how fast you go or how far you travel, you'll never reach me.

A lovely figure made of glass and sand measures time as it slips away.