the concept of time

i hope i can write as much as i want to soon. there are many words stuck in my fingers, so keep coming back.

i discovered during the weekends and summer months while still in high school that the hour between three and four in the afternoon move faster than all the other hours in the day. i think it has something to do with the difference between the feeling of, "oh, i have plenty of time, it's only three" and "oh, wow, it's four, dinner's going on soon, i'd better get going with this!"

as i've gone through college and experienced more late-nights (and all-nighters) than i'd probably like to admit, i've discovered that the same feeling is true of three and four am. the sun begins to rise around four or five, depending on the season and the hemisphere--at any rate, the birds start to sing. what used to be the very dark, quiet, work-intensive "night" starts to show signs of becoming "morning," and nothing can be done to keep three-thirty where it is. it goes by fast.

and now, as my twentieth year on the planet comes to a close, i've noticed that july is one of those months that sneaks, much like the four-o'clock hour. may and june pass by with all the brightness and spark of late spring, but by the time july sets in and by the time it is noticed, is already half-gone. i just looked up, and here is july, already in its waning days. "back to school" suppllies have slithered into grocery and clothing stores, the fourth of july gear is on sale for half-price. people are packing up and going home for the last time before school begins anew, and i'm left confused, wondering why it is not june anymore.

i already miss summer.