OYM Day 77: Time Is A Boat

I am not sure how the days keep rolling by, but they do. Not fast. Not slow. Just up and down, up and down, like a boat on the ocean. The harbor disappears on the horizon and there you are, up and down, up and down. And just when you wonder how long you can bob up and down, up and down, you see land. And the second the comfort of land starts to steady your anxious heart, your boat passes the land. Your boat doesn’t stop. The land disappears on the horizon. And it’s up and down, up and down.