“How did it get so late so soon?
It’s night before it’s afternoon.
December is here before it’s June.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon?”
― Dr. Seuss

December came so quickly, and so too did winter…
Sure, it hasn’t officially begun,
not until we hit 21.
I don’t feel all that much older
and surely not very wise.
Tempus fugit, they said.
Ain’t it funny how the time flies.
We’re all surfing each day
in our own way.
Today will fly by like all the rest.
Doing things worthwhile would be best.

An admittedly weak attempt at poetry on the fly to mark the 10th day of December. How did we get here? The rapidity of the days flying past shocks the system some days. We know that we cannot control time, only how we use it. But those grains of sand are sneaky fast, and grabbing bunches of them are out of the question. And so we must decide what to be and go be it, today, as best we can before the opportunity is lost.

Seize what flees, as our old friend Seneca told us. Carpe diem. That’s not a sad refrain, that’s a celebration of the day at hand, and of the hand we may play in making something of it. What a gift! May we use it well today.