I raise my hand and touch the wheel
Of change
Taking time to check the dial
— Cat Stevens, Lilywhite

Are we halfway through another month? We ask, “where does the time go?” while all along we know; we know. These are days to remember, if we’d only stop rushing through them as if each isn’t precious.

We make too much of such things as time, instead of just living in it. We calculate the time it takes, the time since, the time too. We ought to focus on the seasons and the tides and the incremental changes that come with staying with something long enough to be aware of what’s different now. Awareness matters so very much—why do we distract ourselves so often, that things slip away in the absence of attention?

This trip around the sun we’re all collectively on is full of the memorable and the forgettable, but they’re our shared moments just the same. I’m learning to stop rushing so much. I’m learning to slow down. Still, time flies just the same. And there’s that word again.