Mountain
Time. I am re-reading Andre Norton’s novel, Breed To Come. I knew it had been quite a while since I last explored those pages. Grade School, actually. I remember opening the thick hardback version in the library at St. Margaret’s.
I started the science fiction novel again, this afternoon. I still remember the characters, scenes and, amazingly enough, the feel of the story. Some idle wondering at dinner tonight prompted me to tap up the calculator on my iPhone. Time, indeed:
It has been at least 34 years since I last read this novel.
Good Lord. It’s as if I was playing in a field, with a tiny pile of rocks behind me and, after a brief diversion, I looked back and realized that where the stones had been, now stood a mountain.
Tempus Fugit.