clinging to each second...

... (no time to cut the grass...;-)










“Every second he (and she)  breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his (and her ) face, was so precious: To think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he ( and she)  was clinging to each second.” 
J.K. Rowling 




(ta so very much for visiting me in spite of absence and silence...you're very generous ...)