Saturday, December 31, 2016

Next Year...

I say in my mind that "I will get to that next year" and then realize with a blunt insight that I do not have that many "next years" left.  Each year may be a "last time" to set something right or correct a wrong or indulge a dream or attempt a hard-to-reach goal.  Each year is always more precious than the last one.  Each year is just a row of stitches in a large tapestry on which the distant prior edges are becoming more and more frayed and more faded in color.  Age and passage of time does have a way of bringing us up short, does it not?


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