If Time allows,

walk together

Answering the pressing, or seemingly pressing, calls to attend to this or that in the course of a life you’ve made for yourself are one way of passing time. Another way is to look at the table set before you and decide that maybe, and in all likelihood, for a fact, many (though not all) of the working world’s demands are smokescreens, distractions, and illusions of life. Time - the godfather, the goddess, the omniscient, indifferent wonder that simply is - knows.

I come home to my father’s house. At 99, having survived the wasteland of grief that followed my mother’s death years ago, he, like Time, simply is.