Time's Hope For Embraces

I am continually bewildered at how quickly I have become old.  18 does not seem 42 years ago but only a moment, literally like yesterday.  The brevity of life speaks mainly of its profoundness, like a lover's embrace, all encompassing as we live but so fleeting as a memory.  Time, as meaning living, seems completely disconnected with time as meaning measurement.  Time present is much more linear than time past, as if the past somehow shrinks, compacts and as memory, seems but a breath and makes future seem much longer than past.  Oh the grand gift of future which almost always seems to have earned the right to be eternal.  Nothing as time is more linear than future or gives old bodies more hope for future embraces. 

Viewing our A-frame from the door of the cook tent where
I spent many a cold Colorado morning having my quiet time.