Just wandering along, taking my time, enjoying the late fall warmth of the sun and the deep blue sky with the feathery clouds. The winds are blowing and there is a chance of snow. Like lightning, here it comes. Time to change the clock back. We must ratchet back the time by one hour. Time flies when you’re having fun, but it has come to an abrupt halt and I must comply.
Nothing on earth runs as fast as time. Think of that old man who wields a scythe and has come to represent the old order passing away with the new year just ahead.