Have you felt the flow of time as it passes by? At rare occasions one might experience that sensation of an external moment. As waves lap at your ankles as you stand at the shore, all moves around you, but you yourself are still in time. Past and future are outside of you. The notion of motion becomes so distant as to be forgotten, temporarily. There it is again. Time.

Have you ever felt the universe tick? The metabolic rate of every living thing? Three hours of sitting still. Nine years of constant seasons. The daily up and down of life. Orion appears, the days warm, then chill again to Scorpio. 

A seed in it's soil counts fewer changes, yet still breathes in and out.

I stand here watching trees grow. What has become of the symmetry in time I fell so deeply in love with? It stands there, upright, and in this moment seems still in time. This stillness is an illusion. This tree will grow, with the requisite care, and I will wither and die. In this moment, in this present now, though, it is beautiful.