Tempus Fugit…..

Time flies, so they say, yet today it has stood still with echoes of ‘same old, same old’ rebounding off the walls. Maybe there’s a purpose to this halted ‘tempus fugit’.

Is it time to stop and to smell the roses within this troubled world? Time to wake up and to smell the coffee? Time to pause and to slowly breathe? Time for old cliches to be revived? Now I’m smiling, as I hold this precious gift of halted time today, for right before my eyes the ‘same old, same old’, is turning into a beautiful appreciation of what is now. Tempus fugit has been captured, albeit momentarily…..