No Time to Kill
Maybe it's my age or the ending of another fall season of sports, but lately I have thinking about just how fast time goes by. Seemingly in the blink of an eye, I have gone from anxiously awaiting the start of the high school sports season during the last hot days of summer to the state tournaments in the first cold throes of winter (I know it's still officially fall, but what's that white stuff outside my window then?).
From the sunny days of late August.....
And it is not just the short term that flies by either. I have been running my photography business for eight years now and it still seems new. Some of the kids I covered early in my photography are now parents and coaches. I have been retired for 14 years from a career in information technology and I can't believe how fast that time has gone. It has been over 20 years now since I watched my own kids compete in high school and 50 years since I last wore a school sports uniform.
....through the color of mid October.....
This is not meant to be a depressing article and I don't want you think I am complaining or even being overly nostalgic, just a reflection on the passage of time. If anything, it is a wake up call to those of you who may take things for granted. Time will continue to pass quickly, even accelerating as we get older, so we need to savor every moment as we experience it. I try to take that attitude every time I go out to shoot a game. I am thankful that I am able to do it and look forward to doing it as often as I can for as long as I can.
....into the snows of early November. Time marches on.