The passing of time is a funny thing. Time can’t be stopped, rewound or moved ahead. It can only be viewed from right in this moment from right where you are. As the old saying goes, “time marches on” and all we can do is accept it whether we like it or not. I suppose it’s all about perspective, so all I ask of precious time is that it doesn’t go so fast that I can’t stay in step and that I can march right along without too many rest breaks. Oh, and maybe the marching can be done in a really pretty pair of mid-heel lace-up boots. Oh and one more thing; not in the mud so my pretty boots don’t get dirty. I will not march in dirty boots. Do you hear that time?