February coming to an end already.  March lands us firmly in 2008.  I guess this is what happens every year.  The days clip by like telephone polls while you're starring out the window of a train.  I want to check them off like items on a To Do list but the list just keeps expanding towards the horizon and I'm always running after it playing catch up.  It leaves me out of breath and exhausted, wondering where the time went. 
    
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I feel like time is racing past as well... I've been feeling that way for years. I guess it's part of getting older.
"Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."
-- Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky