A Billion Seconds Old

Sometime one of these days, I will become 1,000,000,000 (one billion) seconds old. Of course, being born tends to be a messy affair, it's not an exact science, and then there's all those pesky leap seconds to contend with — so the exact moment will just come... and go... in a heartbeat; I won't even notice.

I remember being a bit apprehensive about the change of "prefix" when I turned 30 years old, but this time I just have this funny feeling, as if a billion little faeries follow me in the dark, their voices like the sound of tiny bells fighting for attention. I'd like to talk to each one of them, to reveal the bright spark that brought them into being for just a tiny second; but somehow I can never get close enough, all I can see are the patterns of swirling light.

But what will the next billion seconds bring? Well, I guess I have a few decades to discover that...