Driving and the Nature of Time

I am driving west, toward the fading light, and the night folds in behind me.

Lights season the villages and hills in my rear view mirror.

I wonder how fast I would have to drive to keep up with the setting sun?

I see scenes all around me that I wish to photograph- in this light, with these long shadows, everything looks so beautiful, so ethereal, so fleeting.

I don’t want to miss a thing. I want to bring all these moments, these snippets forward with me in time, and every mile I drive I have to let them go.

This is the bittersweet truth, the nature of life, the dilemma of time.

How precious it is; and how impossible to capture.

To me this is almost unbearable.

It is excruciating to be moving so fast by this beauty, to see it and let it go, see it and let it go, over and over.

I want to keep these moments alive forever. I know the light of day will come again. But tomorrow will never be exactly the same as today.