Where does the time go?  Just two weeks ago the leaves on the trees were as pretty as a babys smile.  Now they are brown, blowing all over the yard, and as ugly as the wart on the end of a witches nose.    It seems like one day you are working up a sweat tending to the summer garden, and the next you are scrapeing frost off the cars windshield.  Time.  Time waits for no one, as they say.
     But Time better wait for me. I've got things to do and places to go that I have never been. Hey Time, slow down. Tell me Time, what is the big rush?  Why are you pushing me along so fast?
     Winter is right around the corner, and I don't like it. I think we should be able to vote on it.  All in favor of Winter raise your hands.  No hands?  Good, Winter is cancelled due to lack of interest.  But I know that there are people who enjoy Winter. People who like to go sledding, ice fishing, and make snowmen. People who like to cozy up in front of a fireplace on a cold night. People who like to watch the snowflakes fall through the glow of a porch light.  Children who like to fall backwards into the snow and make snow angels.  Kids with little red noses and plump red cheeks chaseing each other around the snow drifts.  Old men and old women who see the bare trees and hear the cold wind blowing and are suddenly reminded of their childhood, when they would look out their frosted bedroom window on Christmas Eve and wonder if Santa was going to bring them what they wished for.
     Looks like I talked myself into it, I guess Winter's not that bad.  I can live with it.  I had just make better use of my time. Now I'm starting to understand you, Time.  You are not just pushing me along, but you are also pulling some others. Pulling the baby with the pretty smile, pulling the children with the red noses and red cheeks. So that they can do the things that I did and so much more, maybe more than I could even imagine.  So I had better get to it. I've got things to do and places to go.          Time's a wastin'    --      Rick