This time tomorrow, it will be later than it is at this
time today by one hour. Tonight (technically at 0200 Sunday) we spring ahead
and “gain” daylight on the late afternoon part of our days.
It’s most obvious
and noticeable tomorrow for an obvious reason and then it’s incremental through late in June cresting (so to speak) on Sunday, June 21st (which also happens to be
Father’s Day (a note made possible by a grant from The Hallmark Card
Company (motto: ‘What else can you do? Express your own emotions? That’ll be
$5.95 plus tax.’))
Time is like the tide in a river, I guess, and it’s
rising right now whereas in the autumn it’s ebbing. It, of course, still flows endlessly
to the sea (ask King Canute about that and watch the typos, buddy) and one more or less hour is a subject I
used to find fascinating as a callow youth.
Those days, and the memories of
those days, are both faded and in most places bare so now, at
nearly-sixty-three, I am always aware of the sound in my ears my own blood makes
as it rushes through my veins.
More appropriately to my somewhat melancholy frame of
mind when contemplating the remaining days and wondering how many more
beginnings before the end, I find myself concentrating more on what I do with
the hours and days I have, no matter how many or how few.
Perhaps you’ll find
that perspective helpful as well.
-bill kenny
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