never pausing
and never turning back.
It doesn't give second chances
to get the last moment right.
Each week,
all 10 080 minutes pass straight by us
and I can't even remember where they were.
They meld together into months
and into years
and then we look back
and wonder
how time can pass so slow in the present,
yet race straight past in the memory.
Someone sweet and lovely turned 10 this past week ...
