Time Passes Whether You Use It or Not

There is something primordial about light in the winter. It fills a different need, and each evening as I looked out my window and drank up the light around me, I'd feel warmed,. When I'd reach up and tear away a link in my paper chain, I liked anticipation. And now my chain was just a few links along. They wouldn't stretch across the window anymore. I'd had to take them down and set them out along the sill. Beside the potted sprig of jade that, just like me, had been reaching for the light lately. Looking at the last few remaining links, feeling the building anticipation, I felt the urge to do something with these