“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.”
Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
This life is fleeting, more than once this year I have been made painfully aware of time passing us by.
The ever growing pressure to “live the moment” pushing us on to achievements, filling all time, constantly going onward, always moving, doing experiencing, more adventures, on, on, on. Sometimes we need and should take the time to experience and to simply be. To be thankful.
There is so much to be thankful for, and yet in the moment I am simply grateful for the gift of aging. The priceless privilege of growing older.