As years go by and I look at myself on pictures, I think not only of our implacable master – time – but of how its passage brings so much of what we really need so late in life. Time is ironic. It makes fools of us in your youth, when we are arrogant enough to command it to stand still. It isn’t until it has taught us a harsh lesson that we begin to embrace it and appreciate its wisdom, its patience, it’s virtues. Why is it that now I have the patience to have a conversation with an 81 year old neighbor on New Year’s Eve ? Only time has made that conversation an unexpectedly serene and profound moment, one I never thought possible before….