I can't believe that we are already nearing the end of March.
I might as well say, I can't believe . . ., about the past couple of decades.
It is so strange the way time goes so much slower when you're young but speeds up into warp drive with age.
I feel like every time a turn around a year has passed by.
I realize that everyone may not experience time in the same way.
For me, the first decade or so of my life went by very slowly.
Time started accelerating gradually in my twenties and thirties.
My 40s zipped along at a fast pace.
Towards the end of this year I'll turn 57 and I feel like if I blink I'll be moving into the next decade.
I suppose there are some advantages to time speeding up for me.
If I have a bad year it will be over before I have time to get depressed.
I'm over simplifying the time issue but I know when I was younger if I was having a bad day it would seem to go on forever.
At this point in my life, nothing seems to last forever.
Boy have I gone off on a tangent that has nothing to do with the sky.
Then again sky watching is a good way to mark the passage of time.
The position and size of the moon changes throughout the month marking time within the month.
The length of day and night changes through the seasons marking time within the year.
If I knew more about astronomy, I guess I would notice the sky changes based on decades and even what century we're in.