As long as the sun
burns and the earth turns there will be days.
But to us life forms it’s a bit more urgent than that, and
tonight I calculated how many days would be allotted to a person who lived to
be seventy, the biblical three score years and ten. Depending on how the leap
years fall, it would be about 25,566.
It sounds a lot, doesn’t it? But if you fall into the habit
of thinking ‘that’s another day gone, I wonder how many I have left’ every
evening at twilight, the day that’s ending seems to have been very short and
25,566 doesn’t seem so very many at all.
I think I need somebody to sit with. Or a dog. Or a length
of rope.
I remember sitting in my garden one evening a few years ago,
finger picking my guitar and singing Mr
Tambourine Man to serenade the rabbits. Days never occurred to me back then.
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