Seasons of Love (from the musical Rent)

There has been a time-themed mix rolling around in my brain for the last six months or more - today's blog could possibly be the impetus I need to finally Just Do It, especially since the CD will be a birthday gift to a friend who never seems to have enough (time, that is... :-)

SONG: Seasons of Love (from the musical Rent)

BOOK: Time and Again by Jack Finney

POEM: The Book of Hours by Joyce Sutphen

There was that one hour sometime
in the middle of the last century.
It was autumn, and I was in my father's

woods building a house out of branches

and the leaves that were falling like

thousands of letters from the sky.

And there was that hour in Central Park

in the middle of the seventies.

We were sitting on a blanket, listening

to Pete Seeger singing "This land is

your land, this land is my land," and

the Vietnam War was finally over.

I would definitely include an hour

spent in one of the galleries of the

Tate Britain, looking up at the

painting of King Cophetua and

the Beggar Maid, and, afterwards

the walk along the Thames, and

I would also include one of those

hours when I woke in the night and

couldn't get back to sleep thinking

about how nothing I thought was going

to happen happened the way I expected,

and things I never expected to happen did—

just like that hour today, when we saw

the dog running along the busy road,

and we stopped and held on to her

until her owner came along and brought

her home—that was an hour well

spent. Yes, that was a keeper.

QUOTE: "The days can be long, but the years are short."