it was the timing of Fall.. the time when leaves on trees turn yellow,
rainy days set the mood and cool nights make you add another blanket to the bed.
change is the only constant, and timing happens so subtly within that; like the ease of time.. not dragging out, yet also not slipping away, just all unfolding right before us.
if timing is everything, than how is it that most people don’t value time?
timing can create a sense of urgency, and it can also create a sense of space.
we take time to pamper ourselves, care for others, fill the days with routine, yet, at times, we don’t take time for any of that.
if one chooses to change their pace of time in a race, words per minute when typing, or even life, that number can either increase or depreciate.
when is it that time no longer becomes the center of attention?
it was the best of time, the worst of time.. it was the time of our life.
timing is everything, and baby I’ve got time for you.
