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“A man who dares to waste one hour of time has not discovered the value of life.”
Charles Darwin, The Life & Letters of Charles Darwin

Just like that, it’s gone.

Christmas. 364 days of anticipation until the next one.

September. Smells of Fall waft through the air, so much, I feel it in my bones, in my spirit.

Colors change, clothes change, decorations change.

October. Ghosts abound, candy, appears everywhere along with scary images and advertisements for haunted houses.

Colors change again, clothes change into costumes, decorations change again.

November. Time with family or time avoiding family. Pre-Christmas parties, preparations for gatherings, so much food that guilt sets in upon sightings of The Homeless.

Cinnamon, cloves, and cardamom.

Weather changes, music changes, people changing.

December. Flashing by, bringing out the best, the worst, and the desperate. Cold wind, hot drinks, layers and layers and layers.

Christmas. Laughter, warmth, togetherness, and surprises from boxes, bags, and stockings. Oranges in stockings.

Boxing Day. December 26. Over.

Time passed so fast it feels gone before it’s gotten here.

Time passes faster, clothes change again, and people change. Again.

And just like that, it’s gone.

 

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