Time, time time

To The Lady on the Train,

I have lamented at times the incredibly swift passage of time and how when looking back there is a chasm that yawns ever wider and on the far shore are the days that I would wish to somehow reclaim.  There are some regrets as with any life imperfectly lived, and though the taste of that regret can be bitter, it is not without some sustenance that has helped me also to grow.

And in a random restaurant that I have never heard of, in a random town that I have never before visited, I sat at at booth across from you. And time rolled away like a highway under wheels, until dusk started to press in and bring me back to the reality of distant obligations that I could no longer put off. And you had your places to be as well.

These are times that I do not concern myself with how fast they pass, except that it is always never enough. I could blink an eye and have hours passed and never begrudge or regret a moment of that time. You change how time works... With you, time stands still and yet flies passed. I guess that is why light always bends towards you.

The Man in the Station