Dorrier Underwood

Time flies, and then it creeps.  Time is an animal that stalks me in my sleep. I am in a hurry to get things done so I can get some “down time.” Speed up to slow down. This is what I have learned about time. It varies with my level of engagement, with my mood. When I am enjoying myself I don’t notice the passage of time. When I am bored or distracted, I check my watch or my phone. Certain tasks take as long as they do, like making dinner or comforting a child. Other tasks must be completed in the allotted time, like getting to the airport. Time is in the hands of the clock-watcher: has it been “a whole hour” or “just an hour?” I walked out into the backyard at Mom and Dad’s place in northern Virginia on the morning after Christmas. I had our new black and white dog on a red leash as she ran into the snow! Realizing it was her first time in snow, I had to let her go off the leash for a few minutes at least!  Leaping, sliding, eating the crunchy white stuff c...