Time’s Way
THERE COMES A TIME when we feel a deeper awareness of both directions, that we’re in-between the past and the future.
“I am thinking about time in both directions now—not just a future that will roll on without me, and without so many of the creatures I love, but a past I was not alive to remember.”
~ Margaret Renkl in The Comfort of Crows
I notice time has grown sharper, slipping by in quicksilver movements. If I stop and hold my breath for a second or two, I swear I can see her in the corner of my eye racing past me.
Time is a fool character—playful, unpredictable, and incredibly wise. Fools are highly underrated.
Her art is the riddle, with the odd joke thrown in to keep me laughing in spite of myself. She stands ready to take a leap (over a cliff?) with her polka dot hobo bag hanging from a stick on her shoulder.
Time is change. The future we won’t inhabit will be different from our present. And, just as past generations knew a world we never will, future generations won’t know the world we know now.
Children grow. Grandchildren grow. We watch them and we know: one day, we won’t be here to enjoy them and witness the lives they create.
It’s time’s way. Fleeting and eternally beautiful.