Silent creeping, night sneaks up on me as I work.
Before I realize, darkness surrounds me.
Time to wind down again. Where did it go? The day…
I blink and it passes.
Start again, yet again, tomorrow.
An unending flow of start agains…
Just seems unending. Too soon gone.
Don’t let yourself be fooled by the repetition of another day and another and another.
Seems infinite.
But it is my small mind, small world, microscope of one human life.
A speck of dust in the mighty river of cosmic time.