......but, the years are short.
This causes me quite a conundrum.
All week, I wished for Friday.
The cold. The snow. The ice build up in the driveway. My hat hair. The hunt for rock salt.
Mornings that came too early. Days that felt too long.
Tired. Tired. Tired again.
I couldn't wait until Friday got here.
And, now it's here.
My wish came true.
I will never get back the hours that I wasted wishing the time away.