..as autumn glides silently past...
The problem with trying to see 'everything', is that you spend too much time on the road going somewhere, and not enough time "being" somewhere... When we were in New England, that's what happened, and most of the fall foliage I had come to see, was seen through the window of the rental car, traveling down the Turnpike at 80 miles an hour.. I must have heard "Oh, isn't that pretty!" at least a hundred times, but the foot never left the accelerator on the last two days of our vacation.. It couldn't. We had places to be, and we had to get there come hell or high water..
So I just watched, as autumn glided silently past outside the glass, in flashes of red and yellow and gold... reminding me of the way the days of our lives slip away, one sunny day after another.. We want to stop and savor them - but we can't.. We have places to be, and we have to get there, come hell or high water.......
..as autumn glides silently past...
The problem with trying to see 'everything', is that you spend too much time on the road going somewhere, and not enough time "being" somewhere... When we were in New England, that's what happened, and most of the fall foliage I had come to see, was seen through the window of the rental car, traveling down the Turnpike at 80 miles an hour.. I must have heard "Oh, isn't that pretty!" at least a hundred times, but the foot never left the accelerator on the last two days of our vacation.. It couldn't. We had places to be, and we had to get there come hell or high water..
So I just watched, as autumn glided silently past outside the glass, in flashes of red and yellow and gold... reminding me of the way the days of our lives slip away, one sunny day after another.. We want to stop and savor them - but we can't.. We have places to be, and we have to get there, come hell or high water.......