every minute of every day has been claimed and it’s as if the hands on the clock are going around faster than they’ve ever gone before.  at least that’s what it feels like.

but although i feel like i’m not aware of my surroundings from my busy schedule and i wouldn’t know if your face passed by me recently, please tap my shoulder and tell me to pause for a moment when the leaves start to change colors.  i can’t bear the thought that because of the way i’m currently living i may miss one of my favorite things.

a shot taken on a quiet being sort of day last fall.