The Past Meets the Future

There are moments in life when our past meets our future. In this moment it appears we are rendered unable to keep time, when the minute hand may have circumnavigated the clock several times, but we only pay pur attentions to the second hands, ticking, ticking, ever ticking. And then there are moments when our plans fall perfectly in the succession of minutes. When that which we expect and that which occurs are one in the same. I enjoy both of these moments equally. I fear and anticipate the day when my past meets myt future, which may, on fact, come very soon, and the days that the particular chronology of minutes breaks, and the seand from the hourglass spills on the table.