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.
We can only decide how we will spend it,
and who we will spend it with.
—Robin Prince Monroe
Oh lovely E-Mom! Sounds about right to me but much more beautifully said
than I could’ve done.