3:52 pm – time alone = 1 hour. Start timing……NOW!

Sitting at my coffee shop and wondering when the aspiration of trends and fashion transpires to sensible khakis up to my belly.

Age and time and understanding. Three mediums sustaining their polished and poised play with the other; balancing, harmonizing and complimenting.

I can’t tell what age I am. My current disposition defies definition.

A lanky woman flouts about with dazzling orange pants. She walks the path and as she saunters by, she tips her woven sun hat with her walking stick. Her age dares her. She tilts her head back in laughter as she continues her stroll with friends.

Sitting to my left, an aged couple talk – each contributing 2 to 3 words of thoughts to sentences. There isn’t much conversation needed when you are that connected. The little grand children toddle up to greet grandpa. He cautiously makes his way out of the chair, adjusts his hat and twists his shorts in place. His son now takes the drink orders while ice cream drips down the small arm of the 4 year old.

Age….time….understanding.

The four year old wiggles the metal table and taps swiftly against it. The son nervously tells his daughter to tap quietly while the grandmother encourages the enticing muse.

When time presents itself and looks down at me with expectation; how will I respond?

I continue my revolution around the sun and with each marked passing, my body and soul progressively disengage from the other; leaving me with grappling questions of How, When, and Why. How did I get this old? When did my body begin to ache? Why do I not look as young as I feel?

It is hard to eaves drop when the zoom of traffic continues.

So, with certainty, I spin around the sun and as gravity continues to pull; my infant son contradicts. His energy forces me to run up the down escalator and my three older children encourage me in my stable path. I am aging through my time and trying to understand.

My reality is here. My infant is home asleep, the older children are entertaining grandpa and with constant appreciation; I remain, constant in my rotation.

4:52pm – time alone = 1 hour. Stop timing……NOW!