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I like walking on the beach. It’s good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
Looking down, I watch the water move across my feet. It’s there – then it’s gone. In time, the water returns, and then it’s gone again. This got me thinking about time.
The water of the sea has a schedule of predictable and announced tidal movements for any given day. As a snowbird, time is seldom an issue. Wake-up alarms aren’t necessary. Regular, required attendance items are off our calendar – well, at least minimalized.
Time is steady – as is walking. Waves interrupt walking, but not time because time can’t be interrupted.
Time is a rate or a tempo – just like the rhythm of the sea with its waves washing ashore.
Time is the same for everyone – the same hours in a day, the same minutes in an hour – the same seconds in a minute – and we cannot save time for later use.
Time is the past, present, and future – but I walk now, write later, and publish who knows how much later.
Time has come, gone, and yet to come. Just like the water, yet I chronicle specific moments as now, but it has passed.
Time seemingly runs free – just like the waves and the wind. Just like my mind can be when it is free from obstructions. But nothing obstructs time because time is always moving at the same, steady pace.
Time is constantly moving and won’t stop for anything. I think of time as continuously packing to move, then moving – but never stopping to unpack.
Time is continuous. Many not only try to manage it but wish they had more hours in a day. For what, falling further behind? As snowbirds, we try to free ourselves from the clock as much as possible, but nobody can completely free themselves of time.
Time – yet relative – slow at first – speeding up at times – even fast – then suddenly seeming lost.
Clocks and calendars indicate time. As a snowbird, I don’t worry about time – but note it as a sunrise, sunset, low tide, high tide, breakfast, lunch, dinner, and bedtime.
Time is something we race against as it moves toward the eleventh hour in our race to beat the clock – yet we often accept better later than never. Sure is good to be retired.
Time is a moment for an opportunity, yet the ship that has sailed is a lost opportunity in terms of time – but maybe – just maybe – another time.
Time is something that we look back at wondering about the choices we’ve made – the good and the bad. Oh, the power of reflections – but snowbirds embrace the reflections on the water.
Time is a moment, a beginning, and an end – each determined by the situation. Yet, various landmarks serve as time and distance markers for me when I walk.
Time is something we waste, keep, lose, give, fight, dread, look forward to, try to kill, bide, buy, be pressed for, and even ask for downtime. But these days, I try to embrace it by letting time do what time does. After all, as long as I am just in time, all is well.
Time is like a flowing river. Time is money. Time is a teacher. Time is a gift – but time also marches on to its steady beat.
Time is a wasted resource. As we age, we recognize the importance of its scarcity.
Time is something one cannot escape it, so is time a trap?
Time is something that all of us try to understand. However, one thing is certain – there is a lot more to say about time. This means another walk featuring time because I like walking on the beach. It is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
See what other bloggers have posted about Time
- Time Watches Over Us (poem)
- MLMM Tale Weaver – Time (personal essay)
- When It’s Time – It’s Time (poem)
- Back in Time (short story)
- Fleet of Time (short story by a visitor here)
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