We are still in the middle of the second wave of the Pandemic. Isolating is the norm and conversations with friends are done via phone, or by Facetime, or ZOOM. However, a vaccine is on the way, but until then, finding things to do that are interesting is becoming time-consuming, and somewhat stressful. Stores are still open, but who has any money to spend, I do not.
I thought I had digitized all my old slides, but I found about 200 more that I need to review. The thought of going back in time to decide what memories to keep and pass down and what to toss is, for some reason, weighing heavily. I am not sure why maybe I do not want to be caught in the time passages that happen when you are forced to look back and make decisions about what to keep so at this time I don't want the years go falling into the fading light, as said in one of my favourite songs written by Al Stewart:
It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All-round
the day was going down slow
Night like
a river beginning to flow
I felt the beat of my mind go
Drifting
into time passages
Years go
falling in the fading light
Time
passages
Buy me a
ticket on the last train home tonight
Well I'm
not the kind to live in the past
The years
run too short and the days too fast
The things
you lean on are the things that don't last
Well it's
just now and then my line gets cast into these
Time
passages
There's
something back here that you left behind
Oh time
passages
Buy me a
ticket on the last train home tonight
Hear the
echoes and feel yourself starting to turn
Don't know
why you should feel
That
there's something to learn
It's just a game that you play
Well…