"The days are long, but the years are short." —Gretchen Rubin, The Happiness Project
January 11, 2012…the date entered at the beginning of the morning's journal entry. It caused me pause….As the seasons come around…as the seasons arrive…yet another one is gone…another one is new. I am, once again, struck by the passage of time, as I tend to be when the seasons change–a key marker for the passage of time in my life. Maybe for others, too? It's as if I have a flashback, a quick deja vu. I realize: Oh. My. Another spring?! Another summer?! Another fall?! Another…winter?! Another year has gone by. Here I am again. Anew. A beginning. A chance to begin again. It's humbling in a way. Another year lived. Another sped by. And, here….I am. Now….[And a month has passed since I penned this in my journal.]
Photos, Leisa A. Hammett, copyrighted. I love the austerity of winter, especially as illustrated by bare tree limbs and expansive skies. GrateFULL.
