Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?
How about love?
How about love?
How about love? Measure in love
Seasons of love. Seasons of love
Above are the lyrics to “Seasons of Love” from the musical Rent. I learned this song last spring for a voice recital given by my voice teacher. I like the song, but I never really thought all that much about it.
Last night I was watching television and a commercial for a jewelry store came on featuring this song. I guess because it was just a day after the anniversary, it really hit me. How do you measure a year? What would Eric have done with the last year? What have I done with it? How could I have better used it? What will I do with the next one?
Some of the answers to those questions are obvious, some are not. Some are unanswerable. I like the idea of measuring with love though. I’m going to try and do that.
Liz,
ReplyDeleteI am not sure my other comment posted, but very moving post today.