End of Summer

A watched pot never boils. .... is as exciting as watching grass grow/ watching paint dry. Time sometimes passes quickly while at other times it passes slowly. I can remember how it used to take forever to eat peas, but ice cream never lasted long enough. In school classes I liked would fly by, but those I dreaded took forever. The older I get, the faster times seems to pass. And now my summer break is drawing to a close. Clothes are prepared for the start of a new school year. I am starting to get up earlier and go to bed earlier. Summer has passed. One week from today I will be going through my schedule, checking where I will be the next morning. It seems like yesterday I was finishing another year.