2024 sure whisked by. Time speeds up as we get older, wouldn’t you agree?  An illusion that seems so true. I’ve experienced this. Someone elucidated about time travel somewhere. Not the flux capacitor kind, but like history encapsuled in a bottle, and tossed in a river. The tick and the tock of it carried along at the rate of the current.

            In a sense we are time travelers, but the speed at which we travel ebbs and flows. When I was eight, I played with army men, and the hands of the clock moved like a slug. I threw dirt clods in slow motion. I had all the time in the world to wage war. I was a kid.

            Now, I blink, and another milestone is set. A death here. A birth there. Weddings, graduations, illnesses, broken bones, and broken hearts. Vacations and reunions zip by.  Anniversaries of all sorts sneak and pounce, then fade into the annuls of history.

            How does this happen? What a slight of hand. What trickery. When we’re anticipating something slow motion kicks in, like looking forward to seeing an old friend. But the meeting comes and goes so quickly.

            Awareness comes into play. Maybe we’re more attentive the older we get.

            Our little handheld computers can record in slow-motion or time-lapse mode. What if those were the only options in which to live? What if the here and now stretched and minimized to our own whims? Hmm. Better leave the mystery to God. Still fun messing with the concept, though.

 Time passages. Time is on your side. Time after time. If I could put time in a bottle. The lyrics tell time and take time. Is this a waste of time?  Oh, Albert Einstein, any thoughts?