Ten Minutes

Just Ten Minutes. That’s all I’ve got before I have to stop. It can make time feel very short.

Happens to us all.

But ten minutes can seem an awful long time when you’re waiting for something.

And both those things occurs because it’s so hard to live without referencing the past or the future. So we get confused about where we are on The Timeline.

Either rushing to get it done, or fidgeting impatiently until it happens.

Anyway, I’m done.

Now I’ve got to wait for the knock on the door I’m expecting, because the ten minutes I had happened to be more than enough.

Weird, ain’t it.