2/1/21 in The Beginning

The days seem to go by as quickly as wind passing through a field.

I made a secret devotion to write something every day but clearly that has not been happening. As I become older it appears that the days turn into one long continuous motion of sunlight and moonlight. I recognize the changing in the time of day but I lose track of what the date is. Life has been one long painting on an never ending canvas.

Looking back on memories from years ago flash through my mind as if they were done yesterday. A bittersweet nostalgia flows through my mind and sends waves of melancholy. I guess this is what life is like as you get older.

Last updated February 01, 2022