I am learning to be grateful for each moment because just as the one before it it will add to the history of yesterday. So before it secretly slips away let me share something with you my friends. Time. It can fly,l and they say it can mend all wounds, we try to make it, break it, beat it, keep it, but there is never enough of it. It's later and sooner. Time. It's what stops everythinig rom happening all at once. It makes sense of the apst, present, and future. Time. It measures the endurance of pain and pleasure, it's lovely wrapped in awful. It's gracious and mean, while somehow everything inbetwee. Time.