Sunday, December 4, 2011

A squirrel passes

Life passes so fast as this squirrel that I tried to follow with my camera.

One has to follow as the occasion arrives, and not let go crossing the hands - or, in my case, staying home.

Yes, it is warm and quiet at home, but it will be quiet also after I die. So the time we have, let us use it!

Tonight, Stand Up at Angel and tomorrow Storytelling at Canal Cafe Theatre.

1 comment:

  1. Great picture. I have that same sense of time speeding up. When I was a child, it seemed like forever from one Christmas to the next. Now I feel like that squirrel.