Time's wingèd chariot

Image via WikipediaI came in from work to an empty house, and fell asleep -- bad idea -- on the couch. Woke up with a sense of melancholy, as after a crying dream. The other day you spoke about going away, and now I felt that the time was already upon us.

The world stretches out in front of the young, to the far horizon. Time telescopes as you get older, and every future falls within reach. It doesn't matter how long it's going to be, in my eyes it's already here.
Andrew Marvell, in his marvellous poem To His Coy Mistress, writes:

But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near

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