It’s a fickle thing, time. It dawdles when you wish it would get a move on and rushes past when you’re trying to race it. I often wonder if biology is related to time. No-one ever seems to be as old as they would like to be; children want to be adults, adults want to be children. On the rare occasions people feel they are just the right age that satisfaction seems to be short-lived.

the Red Queen
pauses for breath
he won’t stand beating

David J Kelly