Today is the last day of January. The past four weeks have raced by with an inexplicable swiftness. It feels as if New Year’s Eve was yesterday. The months, and indeed years tend to do that now. I am unsure whether they have always flown by, or I am just now becoming aware of time’s fleeting nature.
The calendar days unfold at a tremendous clip, but in reality, the earth’s eternal spin is steady; facing the sun and turning away from it unceasingly. The moon shows its face intermittently and in varying degrees, but our orbit around our mother star has yet to fail. I enjoy living my life by the seasonal calendar, as opposed to the minutiae of the Roman version; it makes daily life less stressful. You don’t feel the need to squeeze the time out of every event. Life, and indeed time, will proceed at the pace it wishes.
Winter’s grip is loosening, and spring’s breath can be felt around the corner. The days are growing longer and less frigid, and my mind begins to project upon the coming warmth and blossoming of life. This season has had a good run, but it is time for a change of pace. I am hoping that February is mild, and March’s introduction is more prey than predatory. Only time will tell, as it continues to zip by; falling through my fingers despite my greatest effort to slow it down.