Tempus Fugit

Thursday. This week’s disappearing fast. Dad’s right, Ms J. He says Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The nearer the end, the faster it goes. Summer was just a blur and it’ll soon be fall. Coloured leaves will litter the ground and Hallowe’en will be fast upon us. Snow. Then Christmas and the end of another year.

When I was younger, I measured time in minutes and hours. As I grew older, I began to use weeks and months. Now, it seems, I mark the changing seasons to denote time’s steady passage. Spring and summer, fall and winter. Time must really fly for dear ol’ Dad. He must see it in terms of decades, perhaps.

I’m thinking now of Life, of the circle of Life, Ms Journal, and I’m smiling.

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