Several people have commented this week that time is passing by too quickly.

I agree, it has seemed that way for quite a while to me.

My dad used to explain it mathematically:

When you are ten, one year is one tenth of your life! 

Rather a large percentage.

However, when you are sixty, a year is one sixtieth of your life,

A much, much smaller fraction; 

therefore, time has picked up speed!

I think my dad was a very wise man,

if not a little wacky too.

So, I guess I come by it naturally.

Thanks, Dad, I miss you.

Peace, B

PS: I find that walking along the shore

slows down the passage of time considerably! 

I highly recommend it.