Time

Time is fleeting like the first winter snowfall landing softly on the cold, hard ground blanketing the world in white. Under a clear sky and fading moon, tree branches hang heavy coated in ice and time stands still before the first footprints mar the pristine wilderness.

Time can be seen in the growth spurt of children over a summer’s vacation spent playing kickball or Simon Says. Time rushes by for the bride anticipating her walk down the aisle or can drag for the uninspired mired in a daily grind of monotony. It can be put to good use or wasted. It is a most precious gift. It has healing qualities and can change everything while changing nothing.

We all have the same amount of time in the day. Some sleep through much of it while others work through most of it. Yet, we live in the space of these seconds that tick into minutes and into hours. And as the hours become days which grow into years, we suddenly have accumulated enough of it to fill a lifetime.

Only then do we appreciate and learn the complex essence of time -it’s full and rich when measured in love, laughter, family and friends.