Where does the time go? Just yesterday…
I was walking the streets of a six hundred year old village in France.
I was entering a medieval castle with double walls and a moat.
I was dancing in a street in Pays Basque (Basque Country) with a cheerful native in a black beret.
I was standing on a narrow, rising road in the Pyrenees where the Tour de France grinds to the summit.
I was standing on the shores of the Atlantic at St. Jean de Luz and taking a small boat to Spain for the afternoon. I was savoring the best paella ever!
For two weeks I was feasting on the finest bread and cheese and wine and chocolate in France. I was walking where others have walked and lived for hundreds of years.
Then I was flying away…
I've been home about two weeks and yet, all that seems like just yesterday. I want to grab it and hold on tight. Relive it. I want to hold to all those precious moments. But, time is elusive. Time flies. All I have are my photos and memories.
I remind myself to make this day the best of my life. That time is a scarce commodity. And I try to cherish it and spend it wisely. Time and time again.
Do you ever want to hold onto time? Is time real? Or does it only exist in memory? Is time something created by mathematicians or religious advocates? Is this day all that matters? And what if, in a wicked twist of fate, we lost all those wonderful memories so that each day begins anew? That must be the cruelest twist.
So, cherish each memory and I hope you enjoy mine.