So this week, we want you to write about sand.
"Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives"
This is the opening line of a soap opera I've never watched. But I love the line.
I was enchanted with hourglasses when I was young. Watching the sand gently flow from top to bottom. It seemed to take a long time to build below. The grains bouncing on the empty glass. Yet, as more sand flowed, the faster the top emptied. A hill mounding, the grains of sand rolling down the sides. Then suddenly, the last grain falls. Time has run out.
Life is much like that. The first years, baby steps and potty training and losing baby teeth, barely cover the bottom. The memories bouncing about like a toddler's attention.
Moving into teens and young adulthood, a hill begins to form. A woman begins grow. Making choices, climbing uphill, sliding down. Climbing again.
As the years pass, the sands flow quickly. I've reached that place where the bottom of the hourglass holds more than the top. The sand slipping away at an alarming pace. I wouldn't want to return to the beginning, but if I could just turn the glass now, gain a little more sand. A little more life. I still have so much to do.
What will be left when the last grain falls? A legacy of accomplishments? Or just a pile of sand?