time

This week has been nice so far and one I look forward to each summer. My girl enjoys an art class in the city for a week and so I am given three hours each morning to do as I please, no rules, no obligations, no boundaries. I have found myself in a coffee shop this morning, watching people come in and out, listening to small bits of conversation, thinking about time and wondering why it often feels uneven. Uneven in the sense of long days when younger and shorter days when older-it sounds so cliche' I know but as the time passes, I find it to be more true than I could have imagined. I have so much more to do-slow down I say, take it easy, give me longer days. Shouldn't the days pass quickly when one is small and unknowing and slow down later when one is filled with so many ideas and thoughts? Perhaps, later, time will slow again and the days will seem lazy and relaxed but then again, will I really like that? Be careful, I'm thinking... the city life or what I think it is, may not be exactly what I wish for...