Sunday Snapshot: How Did It Get So Late So Soon?
I was sitting in the warm, winter sun at the Ferry Plaza Farmers Market yesterday, enjoying delicious chilaquiles from one of the many gourmet food stands and catching up with a good friend, when the clock tower set against the FiDi skyline caught my attention. Clock towers always have a very regal feel to them. Their presence often tells a story of historical significance that's much more interesting than the simple telling of time.
That got me thinking about how time itself is a paradoxical concept. It is precise in terms of measurement - one minute consists of sixty seconds, one hour consists of sixty minutes, etc, etc. Those are facts. Yet time feels so variable in how it passes. Minutes and hours drag on when we're bored, but they fly by "when you're having fun." No matter how slowly or quickly time seems to pass, it keeps clipping by like a runaway train.
So I try to catch some moments here and there to feel the sun's embrace on my skin, to be thankful for my precious friendships, to taste the nourishment of a good meal before they quickly pass by, intent on their own agenda.
“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”