The older I get, the more I’m reminded by everyday things of living life in the shadow of the sundial, what with tempus fugit and all that.While I was searching for a file on my external drive, I discovered some writing I did in my early years as a high school teacher. I’d written a few poems (I even tried writing free verse in Russian, but a native speaker said Russian poems are never free verse so there won’t be a statue of me anytime soon in Red Square), started a short story or two and even an eBook titled,