It’s all patterns – the way everything forms our surroundings. The rhythm of the rain, fluctuating heart beats build and sway, the dog stirs, birds call out, footsteps splash as they pass by yet the silence is complete. Muffled voices fade in and out as a warm breeze absently plays with a lock of hair.

Time has a power beyond understanding – though only a power we give it the license to have. There are some things that exist, patterns in design that we accept as a rule and time has been given one such honour. And it seems as though time itself has taken advantage of the power we have offered it – but could it be that some of us have not kept our word?

I remember being a child and begging for time to speed up so that I many enjoy the benefits of ‘grown up’ status. So I might drive myself here and there in my own car, or be old enough to leave school – maybe to marry and bear my own children and have my own family. What ever the reason for the rush, perhaps time listened.

Perhaps it’s that simple.

I like tomorrow but I like what today’s minutes bring as they pass by in their own individual yet identical way. I like now and I like next week. Yesterday was lovely and memories of it feed the dreams of tomorrow, but today is the journey that must be traveled – and that’s exciting!

Life is good…