Time

Five hundrend twenty five thousand six hundred minutes It really doesn't matter how you measure time - whether it be by seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks or months. The units of time that make up one full year pass by so quickly. I measure time by the arrival of the weekend; by the passing of another work week with so much left uncompleted. I measure time by the disappearance of a day. Before I know it, another day is over and I am once again placing my head on the pillow not understanding how the day has passed so quickly. I measure time by the the clothes I pack away which no longer fit my children. Just how did they outgrow this shirt, pant, sock? I measure time by another trip to the grocery, wondering how all those groceries I last bought have disappeared from the fridge. I measure time by staring at the trees in my backyard, wondering how they became covered with snow, when just yesterday I was was watching the leaves bud. Time is tick, tick, ticking away.