Time is a funny thing. And by ‘funny’ I mean beautiful; relentless; healing. It’s always there. . . but then it’s gone. And as time passes, I see so many things begin to fade: My once vibrant head of hair slowly succumbs to a washed-out shade of brownish-gray. Sunburn. Scabs. Sadness. They are here for […]SnapDragon Speaks: On The Fade.