When I wasn’t looking, the midsummer sky finally darkened. It was light, and then it was not.
I remember when this happened a year ago. The earth turned, heedless of my attention, and the sun’s slanted rays slipped below the northern horizon. Now the earth has circled the sun once more.
Always turning, always circling, the sun itself making an ancient orbit around the center of a galaxy impossibly huge and old. It all laughs at my noting the passage of a single day, a single year, a single human life.
I must savor it while I can, grasp the waterfall of time as it flows before me. What else should I do? Where else should I be?
Nowhere. Watching my kids play in the water after a long day of making memories is enough. The water cannot be grasped, but its splash can be felt.
Turn onward, earth and life, turn. Meanwhile, it’s time for bed.