Why does time seem to rush now? As we have become older time seems to accelerate.
I was sitting looking at the trees outside the house, so recently it occurs to me; we were watching the new growth appear; now it will be the blink of an eye before leaves fall. The weekly date we have to chat to our daughter seems to arrive sooner, with a day between, not seven days. Children we knew when we were school cleaners, are now pushing prams and buying houses, it seems yesterday we saw them in oversized uniforms starting on their first day.
Grandchildren drive cars when not long ago they drove parents mad. They have apartments, and handsome boyfriends.
Was it really a month or so ago we got out the lighter clothes? No sooner am I wearing white pants than it is time to look at winter boots. When we were little kids the days dragged until Christmas or our birthday came. Those two highlights of the year were counted in months and weeks, now it is counted in ‘sleeps’.
I am a busy person; probably wearing too many hats. I am a painter, almost a writer, and secretary of U3A. Don’t get me wrong I am happy my days are productive, that I am able to do it at 76. Yet somehow I need to slow the world right down and make the moment last. Today my lovely overweight cat Missy is rolling on the grass in front of me. We have just had coffee and I am watching the world from the veranda. The air is warm, and we are going to friends for a home-made pizza and a glass of wine. Yes stop the world, this will do, I need to freeze time for a while.