Some Winters night, a time so cold

You will be called out by an odd sensation like midsummer's breath held just long enough for you to return your gift; a thing you've had for so long it must not have a limit. Yes time last forever, but it also passes; Taking and changing you. Now the time has nicked a presence of wonder. And as I make my way home through the thorny bracken, I see a cache of ruined baseballs and try to think of a time when I could make one dance in the air at 60mph (good for a kid) Time always wins.