"Clocks slay time... time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life."

The weather is still beautiful. The sunlight has a clarity that almost hurts my eyes. Nothing is moving, not a branch, not a leaf. Last night too was beautiful, cool and perfect for sleeping. It will be again tonight. I think if I were allowed to control the weather my perfect summer day would be just like today.

Time is strange. When you're young, all the big events, all the milestones, are ahead, and it takes forever to get there, and I wasn't a patient kid. I remember each Christmas was about two years in coming. I would count the days, and each day got slower as we neared the big day. The last few days before Christmas took weeks. My birthday arrived when the first card arrived in the mail. I could barely wait; it always had a dollar or two. I counted the days. Nothing is worse than counting days. The events we dreaded arrived in a heartbeat. Summer vacation was over in a minute. I ran home with my final report card of the year on the last day of school, and it seemed the next day we were shopping for school supplies. School days were endless, except for lunch which took about a minute.

I don't dwell on time any more. The days all seem to pass too quickly. I don't need to be impatient. I remember turning thirty and thinking how horrible it was. I no longer could be trusted. All of a sudden I turned fifty. I was a half century. When I turned sixty, I couldn't believe it. I still sort of don't. The years pass so quickly now I get dizzy, but I grab hold of every one of them and won't let go until I have my fill. I just have to remember to be quick about it.