“What will you do with your time?” someone asked.
I’ll watch the chipmunks, and the squirrels, and the rabbits, and the bees, and the spiders as they come, and the spiders as they go, and the woodpeckers, and the dogs, and the walking happy people, and flowers as they bloom, and blooms as they fade, and wildflower blooms with swarms of flying things, and leaves become green, and leaves become brown, and stinkbugs in the winter, and cicadas when it’s hot, and butterflies!! And winter stray kitty as she moves with the sun. And oh!! Ants with piles of earth, I can’t forget them!! You know, stuff like that.
And then, I remember the line from a song, “the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time.”
