I've been thinking a lot recently about time. The past certainly impinges on me in the form of that great cloud of witnesses (grandparents, parents, siblings, former pastors) that surrounds me, as does the future (in the form of my children and Zora, my granddaughter). The present impinges on the past (my present memories are really all I have of those witnesses) and on the future (there can't be one without the present). Blessings on the present moment.