Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Summer Flies By.



So quickly the cycle from bud to withering petal.  We watch it when we are young oblivious to the passing of time.  We watch it when we are old in a manner that resembles how we once checked our wrist watch.  The time between bud and faded glory feels for all the world like a quarter of an hour felt in its passing when I was young.  Time is relative.

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