I’d barely put away the Christmas tree lights when the lilacs bloomed.

Before I could smell them, the trees turned gold.

Before I could rake leaves, the pond froze over.

The seasons used to linger, each in its unique glory. Now they fly by as if auditioning one last time.

A prolific writer, Carol Reeves is loving the freedom and challenges of 50 word stories. Her memoir, “All the Little Miracles,” was published last year. Her stories often reflect the privilege and vicissitudes of aging.