An Alarmingly Finite Pool

Seasons are a wondrous thing.  As I grew older, time seemed to speed up and I gradually became more observant.  As time sailed by, life’s cycles became more apparent.  As a young man I tended to envision time as a vast, unlimited resource; time it seemed was an inexhaustible sea.  Now in the autumn of my life, each hour is increasingly precious, and I thirst for each minute as it drips away from an alarmingly finite pool. “Obie’s Quest”