How life disappears. All that was so important once. Now gone. Blown away like a puff of smoke. I remember twenty years ago Passover in Israel: spring flowers, spring cleaning, warm, sunny days, the odd khamsin, days off from school, gifts, new clothes, families gathering for a festive, ritual meal. All gone. Memories remain but huge pieces of life disappear. Out of sight. Swimming in the pool, feeling lithe and weightless, making long, strong strokes. I rise out to a reflection of myself in the window and see standing before me a short, round, older woman who moves slowly weighed down by memories of life that have disappeared. Sink into the hot tub and feel the weight melt away. Hot, swirling waters envelop the aging body, as I slip and slide into the here and now, allowing the past to fade away.