In a year I never imagined, in a month I could never foresee, I find January coming to a close faster than I could ever dream. This strange year sixteen of the 21st century, has not only arrived, but the first month has just been burned, used up, spent. As I type, there are only hours left to January. It does not seem possible.
What’s been done these past four weeks is done. Work performed, things accomplished, time wasted. For better or worse, all that is in the books. It can’t be undone and that time won’t be coming back.
There was a time in my life when there was no sense of time. Life seemed endless, like I was lost in a perpetual, youthful, now.
Clearly, this was a delusion. Time keeps flying faster and faster.
The only question now seems to be, how much is left?
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