For the perfect accomplishment of any art, you must get this feeling of the eternal present into your bones — for it is the secret of proper timing. No rush. No dawdle. Just the sense of flowing with the course of events in the same way that you dance to music, neither trying to outpace it nor lagging behind. Hurrying and delaying are alike ways of trying to resist the present.
Alan Watts in Does It Matter? Essays on Man’s Relation to Materiality
Song: “Right in Time” by Lucinda Williams
"The Changing of the Seasons"
The changing of the seasons
Makes her idealize the past.
And she’s not sure the reasons,
But time is moving oh so fast.
She remembers as a child
When a day was like a year
The summers were sunny and mild,
The fall and winter filled with cheer.
Now the seasons are a reminder
Of the inexhorable march of time.
As more decades stack behind her,
She wonders if she already had her prime.
But things weren’t better “back when”,
Distance just makes it all seem better
And while the cold weather moves in again,
She can just put on a warm sweater.