A Measure Of Time.

Hasten it does...

Not only is it Friday today but also the last day of November. Where does the time go? Notoriously Monday is a precursor to Friday but nowadays, July does the same for Christmas. Time, fast, efficient and unrelenting.

Time is mostly wished away when we are young as we aren't patient enough to sit through school, a first date, relationship and retirement in real time yet once our wish gets granted, we understand the folly of our ways. Youth really is wasted on the young. Almost akin to a big tanker throwing out its anchor, once the obvious signs of aging appear do we wish time to stand still and hopefully even reverse.

I tend to use occasions as yardsticks of time. Sunday is the first Advent and as per tradition our village will light a huge candle outside the Gemeindeamt to welcome Advent. The choir will herald in Advent with a medley of Christmas carols and quite a lot of villagers will be there singing along with steamy voices. Yes, at six o'clock it is icy cold. Ironically I can recall being there last year, where I parked, what I wore and how long I stayed yet somehow I find it scary how quickly the year between just flitted past me without such accurate memories.

Tomorrow will be the first day of the last month of the year and what a busy one it is going to be. Two big celebrations and a whole slew of stressful shopping ( for some ) among it. Perhaps it is time to slow down and appreciate the individual moments in December instead of basing it all upon Christmas and New Year. Let's enjoy that cup of coffee, a favourite novel, a walk in nature or a game of cards in that moment and maybe time will slow down after all...

Biggi