The seasons fly by at a faster rate with each passing year. If you live to be in your 90’s, I wonder if it speeds up so much that the winter snow and spring tulips and summer sun and fall leaves seem like a blur, moving so quickly that you only experience each one for what must seem like a moment in a long life of seasons.
It might be time to take my bike inside....
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