I am slowly grinding to a halt as day passes day I can feel the
end in my bones. It amazes me how slow
the daily toll occurs but how quickly the lifetime. There are still many more years in me, even,
I hope, a few decades, but the gift and curse of age is that time is never as long
as it was when I was young. I am made to
rise early, before dawn, and I sit always in the same rocker, reading The Ancient
Word, drinking coffee and listening to the dark become light. This is the time that seems the most like
time, the most tied to the length of eternity, almost all other hours are whipping
by like light passing through thin glass.
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