It has been a swift spring, with tumultuous weather to match the tumults of Time; of Getting Older; of Uncertainty, Questions Needing Answers, and of Procrastination; of Plans waiting to become Plans of Action.
Well, something like that, anyway.
Yes, it’s all true. Each passing year passes faster than the last. Time is patient and cunning. Time may be infinite in the abstract, but is doled out in indeterminate, finite chunks, and it can get scary if you think about it too much. It’s one thing to know this as a theory, to be aware of in some vague way. But there comes a time when it begins to have weight, where one actually begins to believe it.
Okay, back to work for now. Perhaps I will revisit this at another time…