Just yesterday morning, my oldest brother Dave wrote to say:
"Thankfully as I age, I am finally achieving a balance between
the past, the near past, and distant past.
They are finally starting to fall into place of their own accord."
Dave's words echoed back to me when I came across this poem later in the day:
Swiftly our pleasures glide away,
Our hearts recall the distant day
With many sighs;
The moments that are speeding fast
We heed not, but the past -- the past,
More highly prize.
Onward its course the present keeps,
Onward its course the current sweeps,
Till life is done;
And, did we judge of time aright,
The past and future in their flight
Would be as one.
from Couplets on the Death of His Father
Don Jorge Manrique
quoted by Hector Abad
in Oblivion: A Memoir (see also "Magical Typing")
the rainbow down on the giant fern leaves below.