Can You Hear the Sigh of My Heart?

How recognition of limited time inspired lovely anticipation.

Alcohol Ink on Tile by Nancy Oglesby (Author)

I’m approaching my 73rd birthday with an unnatural speed. When I was a kid, even a teen, Sundays were incredibly boring. What to do, what to do … ugh! At still 72, everyday whizzes by with a list of things a mile long that, a) I don’t want to do, or b) I absolutely want to do, most of which I simply…