Backward, turn backward, Oh time, in thy flight

My niece emailed me this photo. I can't identify the house or say with any certainty when it was taken. But I can say without hesitation that it was a simpler time, a time when life seemed to hold unlimited possibilities.

Much of that potential has in fact manifested in children of their own, lives lived well and good.

And some of that potential has been lost forever, through lack of time or vision or energy, or, most dreadfully, through loss of life itself. We only have today. Time moves only forward. Make it time well-spent.