I stood at the shoreline, the sun bright and hot. Waves washed sand rolling it over the gray shadow alongside me. The distant curve of horizon undulating waves, the dome of cloudless azure sky overhead pulled gently but firmly against time.
Moving a step back, dragged the gray shadow too, but the incoming tide reached farther ashore a gentle reminder. As we live our lives, time seems fluid. Almost as if it will bend for us, slow when we need it too, stopping occasionally so we might look around and snapshot the moment.
Purpose alters flowing days until events unavoidable blur into years. We pull memories out to examine and compare thinking of smiles and sadness too. And as each life around us folds into the past new memories stop too.