I feel like the month has crawled by. A part of me really wants the rest of the time to go quickly, but even that is bittersweet, because around the same time this person comes back, I will say farewell to my class, send my students on to the next grade, and head into summer, anxiously awaiting what lies ahead in the coming fall.
Time is such a funny thing. It reminds me of the riddle, "What weighs more, a pound of bricks or a pound of feathers?" (In case you forgot, a pound weighs the same, no matter what you're weighing.) It's been unseasonably warm here, though yesterday, it was unseasonably cold. It's amazing, though, what time does. If you think about it, 38 degrees Fahrenheit feels a lot colder in October than it does in April. 38 degrees is 38 degrees. But time makes it feel different, at least to me.
In the fall, we've just come off of summer, and 38 degrees feels rather cold. In the spring, we've just come off of winter, and 38 degrees feels nice and warm.
Does this mean that the time that is passing right now, is passing extra slowly because I miss this person way more than I care to admit? Or does it mean time is passing quickly, because I'm already not looking forward to saying good-bye to my students at the end of the school year?
Time. A funny thing it is. Mixed with a little perspective it can sure make things complicated.
"Time is the longest distance between two places."
-- Tennessee Williams