Half A Year

We've run out of June already. Unbelievable. I know it isn't just me, but time definitely seems to speed up the older I get. The more precious the days are, the faster they fly. This seems patently unfair, much like that old saying, "Youth is wasted on the young." I get it, do I ever.

There's seldom enough time to play without keeping an eye on the clock.

Or enough time to spend with the people we love, doing absolutely nothing but enjoy one another's company.

Or to capture a single vibrant image of nature's perfection and really, truly see it.