Wow. Forty years flew by. I should have been listening. “Tempis fugit,” they say. But Youth is tantamount to restlessness, and doesn’t pay attention to the adages of Old Age. Father Time has been here all along, yet hidden in the shadows of Springtime of Life. (No longer hidden once the threshold of the passage of Time is crossed.)

So what do you do with the knowledge of all those spent minutes? You keep on spending them. That’s what we did to celebrate (not to bemoan) the entrance into the Autumn of our lives and forty years together as husband and wife.

We threw the dart and went to a place to which we had never been: Tarragona, Spain. It was a delightful city on the MediterraneanSea, as delightful a place as any where my grandchildren and my dogs are not.

There were Roman ruins, delectable seafood, interesting creatures roaming the promenade, and of course,  the Castellers Monument (my favorite).

A uniquely Tarragona tradition, Castellers. They are teams of people who make a human pyramid, one person standing on the shoulders of the person below – all supported by the strength and will of dozens of others – until they reach magnificent heights. I stood in the fray of bronze people to pretend I was a Casteller, too. That moment in time swiftly passed. The statue is there in Tarragona, frozen in time. Seemingly forever unchanged, but not. Because nothing is permanent. Time demands oblivion, even of statues, however long erasure takes.

And here I am, once again at home, changing, aging, a little every day, grateful for today, and for yesterday in Tarragona.