Today is the twenty-fifth of September.
That's only three months 'til Christmas!
The Summer is gone, and here we are staring down another Fall into Winter. This year, the passage seems all the more like I am missing it entirely because I am devoting all my effort to finishing up my education degree with a successful semester of student-teaching.
Anyway, the phenomenon of the days slipping away has only seemed to progress at a faster and faster pace as I, myself, age. My Dad and I were talking about it once, and I asked him if it keeps accelerating as a man gets older. Without a moment's hesitation, he said, "Yes."
So, I have that to look forward to.
There's a story idea in it all--a "Quickening" which beckons to be explored in the pages of a tale. At the present rate, though, I need the "quickening" to slow a moment or two if I ever hope to write a word, let alone hope to keep wondering.
