It surprises me every year how quickly the summer goes. Time seems to accelerate with age and what once felt like an eternal span now goes by in a blink. “It all goes by so fast” is cliché for a reason.
I did manage to find a few moments of elongated time: reading Malka Older’s Null States in my hammock, sitting by the fire in Shenandoah National Park, listening to Automatic for the People on my Grado SR 60 headphones plugged into an old iPod, reading Terry Pratchett to my daughters. I didn’t spend 40 years learning the flute or anything, but it was comforting to know I still have it in me to slow down.
I should remind myself of this the next time I’m doing boring adult things and long for ways for time to speed up.