Well, I blinked. And already it is the first weekend of November.

I’m still wondering where September went.

One minute we were having cookouts, cutting grass, swimming, going on picnics.

Now, those days have been replaced with brisk mornings, early sunsets and shoppers browsing the aisles for that perfect Christmas gift.

That’s the funny thing about time.

It doesn’t ask our permission.

It doesn’t wait for us to catch up.

It just keeps steadily moving.

Time just keeps ticking, like those hands on an old kitchen clock.

Fast and steady.

Never stopping for even an earth-shattering moment.

Tick.

Tock.

But if you listen closely, if you really listen, the calendar is whispering to us.

It says, “Pay attention.”

Maybe it’s the season. I have always been quite sentimental when it come

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