Time.

Where does it go?

Sometimes I find myself looking back and ask, could I have used it better? Or did I do enough? Always, time slips through my fingers like sand and disappears within a vast desert. 

Yet one question lingers… did I use it wisely?

But then there’s that moment. That unexpected, unanticipated light that flashes in the black of space and something remarkable occurs — time is captured. The joy, or maybe sadness, is etched within our being and we take a breath.

Always I smile. I am here. I have time. I can create whatever I want in this moment. Why? Because that’s what we’ve been given — for however long, for whatever reason, we’re all here participating in it — time. 

I’m curious… what does TIME mean to you?

Ura for this moment in time,

Apryl