The past exists only in our memory.
The future arises only in our imagination.
The present is our living reality.
The wisps of Time Past trail dim fingers,
Casting shadows on the vibrancy of Time Now
While the worrisome imps of Time to Come
Callously distort the miracle of Time Present.
The transient charm of every moment -
The sunbeam of a baby’s smile,
The fellowship of a stranger’s glance,
The embrace of a friend’s words,
The heady fragrance of first love,
The stormy passion of gusty rain,
The soft caress of gentle moonlight…
We are ...