Time is the river. We are the islands. Time washes....

“ Time is the river. We are the islands. Time washes around us and flows away and with it flow fragments of our lives. So, little by little, each island shrinks….But where, who can say, down the long stream of time, are our eroded days deposited? ”

Edwin Way Teale

From : Journey Into Summer: A Naturalist's Record of a 19