They say that especially when you are having fun, that time flies. And from sad experience I have learned that whenever I am enjoying some grand adventure, time does not walk, time does not dash, time does not runaway, nor soar up on eagles wings, but like the thundering quake of a rocket jutting into space, instantly seems to evaporate from sight. Leaving me to breathlessly wonder, where does time go when like a bolt of lightening it instantly melts away?


What is wrong with my eyes? That date on the calendar cannot be right. The year cannot possibly be so close to being over. I am certain that when I went to take my nap it was January 1st, and now five minutes later  8 whole months are already over! Time does not fly, it vanishes. But where oh where did it vanish too?