Toward home I paused.
Smelling lilac.
Everyone has a last summer.
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Monday, 25 May 2015, 01:42
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Edited by Richard Walker, Monday, 25 May 2015, 03:00
Toward home I paused.
Smelling lilac.
Everyone has a last summer.
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Year before last I listened to John Mortimer's The Summer of a Dormouse on Radio 7.
I found it fascinating, gently shocking and impossible to turn off. By the end I was stone cold from the fear of the passage of time and its inevitable but denied consequence.
Your last line hit me the same way, but far faster.
I have been frightened of wasting time for the past two years - so why do I do it so much?