Time Stand Still

In the face of another change of seasons, I feel somewhat obliged to dust off my rusty typing skills and post anew. For those of you out there who've been salivating in anticipation of this moment, you can relax your anxiety over my health and safety; I'm still here.

The summer was a good one; short but relatively peaceful. Weeks of long work hours punctuated by weekends of fun and relaxation with the kids. Swimming in the river, free concerts, and celtic music on the radio while making a late morning sunday breakfast.

Now autumn is on the doorstep and the kids are back in school. The days are getting shorter, the nights cooler, the leaves begin to change . . . I just wish I could slow the flow of time for a while. My perception of time's passage is losing focus.

It's an odd thing that we experience as we age, the older we get, the faster time seems to go. As children seasons crawl, as adults they speed by at a dizzying pace. It is the relative connection between our experienced time and our perception of its passage that's to blame for this illusion. The more time we've lived, or experienced, the less value a given unit of time has to us. As a child, a year is a monumental chunk of your lifetime; when you get to be my age, it's a paltry fraction. And I'm not really that old. Sigh.

At any rate, I hope you are all ok and that your summer was good and your fall will be soft. (Pun intended). I hope that you take the time to appreciate the time you have with those you have to share it with.

Time stand still, I'm not looking back but I want to look around me.