The baton of time is being passed, time marches, races, speeds, goes by at any given moment seemingly slowly, sometimes fast, statically, sporadically, intermittently constantly, fleetingly, always moving passing by waiting for no one. Change occurs in the stillness and in the flurry of activity, in a surge, a thrust, a sound, a wave length, sequentially in order. The clock Non-stop, the clock ticks our hearts beat, interrupted only by malware, malfunction, ache or break. Unwavering outstretched hands of time continue keeping track of the seconds, minutes, hours. Yesterday turns into today, tonight slips into tomorrow. Last years ups and downs, smiles and frowns, tears and cheers gave way to this years hopes, dreams, triumphs, tragedies, spills and chills and will make way for next years delights, disappointments, milestones and mistakes which will remind me how curious, fun, interesting, breathtaking, bad, bitter, better and beautiful life is. What was, is, yet to unfold remains at the mercy of time, tables, lines, land marks, dates, history, the present, the future, how life takes place constantly measured, calculated, considered, referenced and changing.
