I'm not old, though I think the specter of being old is not far over the horizon. Time seems to compress as the years go by, each year accelerating from beginning to end. No longer are summers long, and filled with excitement as they appeared to my younger school-aged self. In those days the months between school years seemed to last forever.
As I sit on the front porch swing, happily enjoying the early morning sun on my shoulders (shout out to John Denver) and listening to the rooster crow at the arrival of this new day, I try to enjoy this time, moment by moment because the moments pass too quickly.
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