"It's a small window of time, isn't it?" She acknowledged with a sigh.
Time - the lack of it, the passing of it, the brevity of it. It's been a recent recurring theme.
"I can't wait for cooler weather." I heard myself foolishly declare.
Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit”— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.” ~ James 4:13-15
There's no guarantee of cooler weather in my future; and who knows what blessings - what mercies, gifts and delights I am failing to embrace in these green August days while I wish time away waiting for fall.
Is there a time in the future you are wishing for - a time and a place that is distracting you from living in the now?
Photos: A green August morning in my Pollywog Creek backyard.