As another week draws to a close, I am challenged by how to best respond to the speed with which summer is slipping by. Whether measured in minutes, days, seasons, or years, time seems too often in short supply. What I am coming to understand is that when I worry about time’s passing, I lose the minutes that I do have to be in this summer season. Each moment, there is an opportunity to be present or to wonder where the time has gone. And so, I begin again to be in time.