It's a Sunday morning, we are eating banana pancakes and the kids are laughing and waving their silverware around (they are both intent on using a knife... like their mother:). A song comes on the iPod, and suddenly I go back. I am 22, single, living in the Colony at college. It is sunny, I am walking into my apartment, and I can see the mountains rise behind my building. They are so beautiful glowing from the sun, I can feel the exhilaration of just being alive. I know my roommates are waiting inside, dear friends whom I love. I can even smell the the crisp fall air outside my apartment! I get a lump as I realize that although it seems like yesterday, that is gone and I can never go back. Not that I want to exactly... my 2 year old leans over grinning and says, "Fank You Mommy Fow Pancakes!"
What is time? I can give no other explanation than Jacob's, "our lives passed as it were a dream." What moments do you go back to?
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