Time varies for each person and is fluid rather than linear. A sweeping statement, yes, but provable by each person by applying memory. Think of time as grains of sand stored in a huge hour glass. When a person is born then the top chamber is filled with grains of sand and time passes when a grain drops to the bottom chamber. However, sand is abrasive and takes a tiny film off the gateway with every passage of every grain. What starts out as a slow and endless passage turns to a trickle and then a stream, followed by a torrent.

Who remembers the golden days of summer in childhood? They went on forever, didn’t they? A whole lifetime spent in the sun, or it felt like that at the time. Who remembers waiting for xmas and it never seemed to be getting any nearer?  Now listen to an older person when they say they don’t know where time has gone since it is passing so quickly.

On that note, who is ready for xmas? I am almost there.

In case anyone wanted to know what one of these looked like, these pictures were taken on Vancouver Island.

Walking on the trails is free. The only rule is that if the wind picks up then one must leave with alacrity. The trees are likely to fall over and if they land on a person, that is where what remains of that person will be staying. It would be too difficult to remove such a huge tree in order to shovel up a smudge.

This is a picture of an active volcano on Big Island in Hawaii. From this point it is a five mile trek to the edge to see the lava. Quite a few of our party decided to venture forth, but I did not. There was a very nice cafe/gift shop and that is where I got a grand view from the terrace, comfortably seated with my coffee and dh while we watched the grand trek. Unfortunately, when they got there, the lava was not at home.