Seems like every breath I take reminds me of how time is moving much faster than myself. I thought once retired time would appear to drag by-however the speed of its passing sometimes is too much to handle.
Wife and I tell each other, almost on a daily basis, "Can't believe that we've actually lived (stayed) in Florida this long" (10 years this coming January). It's definitely cold where we want to live, but that kind of weather just goes along with the area.
Just yesterday I was trying to remember my cat's age. She'll be 11 in May. Seems like just a year or two ago I found her as a kitten.
Those trips you take down memory lane, then pause to consider that what you were reminiscing about happened decades ago...