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?

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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?