This is the time of year in horse racing when, as you reach a certain age, you realize just how difficult it is to keep time from slipping past us.

Old friends reemerge while others disappear or pass away. Acquaintances become friends as mutual admiration takes hold.

Saratoga has (seemingly), mastered at least the illusion that time, while still slipping away can do so at a much slower rate.

To enter the mystery of timelessness is to enter into the sanctuary of the here and now, where we are given a chance at every instant (or… say every 20-25 minutes) to begin our lives again.

Not one of us is perfect, and regrets press upon us all- and this year at The Spa certainly bared that out.

But the universe (see Saratoga) is merciful, one in which unlimited opportunities for new beginnings are in the very essence of everything.

It was Aristole who said; Nature abhors a vacuum. Perhaps- but just not in Saratoga.

Until we meet again next year my friend, until we meet again.