It takes time. Life takes time and uses it, mostly when no-one is paying attention. One minute, you are young and there is a whole life waiting for you just around the corner, a life of possibility and opportunity. Then, one step around that corner and your life has somehow got behind you and you can feel that although you are not quite on the last mile, then its end draws ever closer, faster and faster.
Most of the time you do not notice you have stepped around that corner, you feel more or less the same; the world around you is more or less the same as it always has been. Then, when you turn to look at yesterday or the day before it stuns you to find it was thirty years ago. Those you knew then are now parents or grandparents themselves and your own children are now as old as you were then.
Back then, time to crept and crawled arthritically slowly. Even the summer seemed too far away, either just gone or coming up. Now, seasons flicker by like those calendars in old black-and-white films where each day is torn off by some howling gale and lost before you can even reach out a hand to grab it.
And now that last and final page of that calendar is getting ever closer and closer, you can feel it.
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