“It was late in December, the sky turned to snow. All round the day was going down slow…night like a river beginning to flow. I felt the beat of my mind go drifting into time passages. Years go falling in the fading light. Time passages. Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight.”
I awoke way before dawn with this song playing in my head and a brief moment of panic propelled me out of bed. So much to do and so little time! The thought began to spin out of control as I considered how much time I’ve wasted during the past year spinning my wheels with little to show for it.