Time is invisible.
It sounds like rushing water or a gusty breeze.
It feels like getting pushed down hill with roller skates on….and sometimes…. if we are lucky, or very determined, it can feel like opening a present on Christmas morning.
Time tastes like vanilla ice cream all sweet and cold then melted away and suddenly gone.
It smells like sweaty boys after a baseball game and looks like home movies on fast forward.
It is a glass half empty or half full but not measurable because we can’t decide how much we will have.
—Robin Prince Monroe