Time has not been unkind, per se, but it has been honest. Honest and stern and cold. But then, creeping in with some sort of quiet mercy.
Awash I am, saturated, dripping with emotion, and time comes with a soft absorbent cloth, slowly drawing it forth from me, out from these aching swollen pores.
And it has been sweet, too. Oh so terribly salty-sweet with honey and with laughter sprinkled with tears.
Yes, time has been honest.