When the days fade into weeks, weeks become months, and months turn into years. Years, months, weeks, and days become a mass of scattered time and memories. They are no longer sorted in an orderly fashion. Yesterday and last week look so much a like.
The memories no longer stack upon on a time line. They’re now floaters in an empty calendar of our lives.
When do we become old? When does it happen. Was it so gradual that we didn’t notice, or did it happen over night – I do not find these changes on my time line of life…