Just yesterday - or was it the day before that - that it was little me. Lingering in the late afternoon light. Scampering up that hill...hoping for that one last run before the day would be officially be declared complete.
Just yesterday - or was it the day after that - that this was bigger and older me. Calling my young ones in and out of the winter cold. It's time. It's enough. Day is done and over.
Just today - I found myself wondering. About time. About how it passes so quickly. How we grow...and how do they. How seasons come and seasons go. How the moments blur. How that space in our lives is fleeting.
One long and continuous string of present moments. One generation following another. Repeating.
Just tomorrow - or the day before that - will I remember? This yesterday and that? And this moment - as it was...and as it is - today?