Ice Ages

Sometimes it seems so still as though the moment is frozen solid, as though time has become an ice-age glacier that hardly creeps at all. Something solid, hard that seems to exist outside of its own movement, but still somehow moves on, taking all that tries to stand up to it with it. We are trapped here inside this ice of time unable to free ourselves from it, only able to watch as the time glacier moves on though this world. Unable to break free from it, all we can feel is its slow long passing.

Other times though, there is a sudden thaw, the ice age is over, and this slow glacier becomes a raging torrent of a river, carrying us down, still helpless as it pours across the landscapes of time. It rages on, carrying us with it, unable to swim for the shore unless we want to drown in time. All we can do is watch as our lives speed by, just so much flotsam we try to hang onto as the torrent drags us forever onward. We are unable to stop, even pause to catch a breath as our lives floods on past us, leaving everything behind as we race on down towards that infinite sea where time is lost in the depths of so many other waters.