Today

Today I felt that all is going by so fast, perhaps upon looking back, one might see something of the future.
Last year, there was little going on. I was working. There were customers. It was dreadful.
The year before there was little going on. I was going to school, there were classes. My shoes pinched and I did not like them.
The year preceding, I was in the mountains. The snows were falling, the trees were turning icy and green, green, brown and black. All my worries fell around the house where my window was below the ground, where I sat by my desk with cold floor beneath the rug seeping into my toes. I would pinch my nose and think.
Before that was fall, autumn, turning trees and unhappy arguments spotted in amongst the browning grasses... school had begun again, and my trip to the Continent had been splintering - the old adage 'one cannot be two places at once' did not seem to hold true, and I suffered for its failure.
Before that stretched out in reverie and quietude, that day I was near an exam, but it did not seem to bother me, instead, I looked into my future with questions unanswered.
The past before that fades into a quilt of home and hearth and mind, all mixed together into a dish of dinner chicken, baked with red wine vinegar, the smell of garlic and onion and pungency of life.
Today I am living then and now... Perhaps the future I am living also. It is hard to tell. The line is long and broad and somewhat deep, my knitted brows (they knit now, you see) don't always keep the history from pushing in and asking questions.