As a gift, last Saturday I trawled through more than 30 years of photos, digital and pre-digital, collating images of an old mate.
What an absorbing and enjoyable activity, traveling back in time, revisiting shared adventures, mischief and life’s milestones.
In all this looking back, what struck me was how quickly the years roll by.
The inexorable and most obvious metric being the sprouting upward of children …
Our past time is spent, invested, splashed and frittered; who can really discern in the midst of all the living?
Only later on reflection, the accretion of choices and how we used our allotment maybe makes sense.
So I ponder out another 30 years (touch wood), how quickly will they pass?
And what will be the view in looking back from then?
Perhaps like gazing upwards through leaves into the sky …