© Copyright 2012 CorbisCorporationPlease indulge and bear with my reflection as I post this, scribbled down on a loose piece of paper the night before the start of Spring:

The large white flakes fell outside the dining room windows a day before the official start of Spring, leaving the backyard, the neighborhood, and many across the northeast blanketed in a fresh coat of snow.

Bob Dylan’s gravely voice sang that “Times, They are a Changin’,” as my son sat, propping himself up on all fours atop a white quilted blanket made by one of his grandmothers.

Before Dylan was Paul Simon with “Kathy’s Song,” both making me lose myself in the sight of this little man now getting prepped for bath time.

Times, they are a changin’ indeed, and I don’t quite know why I can’t shake it. My entire life, I’ve thought so much about the passage of time, not necessarily living in the moment nearly as much as I think I should have.

When I was a very little kid, I took a field trip to a museum. There, even at an elementary age, I was fascinated by a series of paintings by Thomas Cole called “The Voyage of Life,” displaying the various stages we each go through, up against the backdrop of an ever darkening sky as our life continues. I’m not saying that’s what it did it, but it was certainly a series of images that have stayed with me to this day. 

How did my parents do it? How do they handle even now, having children who are once these little cherub-faced angels, only to have them grow up to become people?

As bath time progresses and Dylan switches over to Billy Joel bellowing out the lament of a Piano Man, the snow continues to blanket the yard, like it has years before and will for years to come.

I don’t know where any of us will be as I look out to that fallen snow and think of the years that will follow, but I know I’ll look back and feel that they went by too fast.

Will I see my reflection in the glass against the sheet of white and see a life lived or a life spent philosophizing on how quickly it all changes?

Maybe a little of both. Who knows?

I hope it’s a life that found a balance between the two, savoring the moments to their fullest because of an awareness that they won’t last forever. I truly hope so.

Only time will tell.

Thomas Cole - The Voyage of Life - Childhood

Thomas Cole – The Voyage of Life – Childhood

Thomas Cole - The Voyage of Life - Youth

Thomas Cole – The Voyage of Life – Youth

Thomas Cole - The Voyage of Life - Manhood

Thomas Cole – The Voyage of Life – Manhood

Thomas Cole - The Voyage of Life - Old Age

Thomas Cole – The Voyage of Life – Old Age

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