This is going to be quick, because I’ve a lot to do yet and it is nearly midnight and I’d like to go to sleep… and like I said, still a lot to do before I nod off to sleep…

I am grateful for time in this moment—it is so poetic. There isn’t enough of it… there’s too much of it. It goes too slow; it passes too quickly. Elusive in quality.

I see it as a tool; temporary in use. It is bringing us to a goal; once arriving, it disappears. It allows for change, gives for healing. Allows one to ponder and make up for lost…