Something memorable fresh and sharp in the mind even after many ‘slow-drifting years’.
An unusual concept as for me, and many people I know, the years are anything but slow or drifting, more like ‘arrow-darting’, or ‘fast-flying’. If time could pass us a bit more slowly and driftingly, that could be welcome.
‘… and it must have meant a good deal to me or it would not have stayed in my memory, clear and sharp, vivid and shadowless, all these slow-drifting years.’
Source: Mark Twain, Autobiography of Mark Twain, H.E. Smith (ed.) (Berkeley: University of California Press, 2012), vol. I, p. 33