A year passes by so quickly; months and days even more so. Time soars on the wings of a sparrow flying furiously against the wind. Winds that bite through your skin on frosty-glassed February days or lightly brush the hair on your arms, raising goosebumps as the sun sets over the red horizon of a sultry August twilight.

You see time pass in the eyes of a newborn baby growing and learning. But before you realize it, the babe walks up and out of your life because the days have fallen off the sparrow's back faster than you could catch and catalogue them.

You thought you had so many, but there really have only been so few.

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