Time

Time feels like a dog that paces at my side, sometimes stopping to sniff something-or-other, sometimes yanking my arm out of the socket as it drives forward. Just when I begin to think I know which end of the leash I'm on, it growls at me, reminding me that it answers to no man. We walk through strange and wonderful landscapes past strange and wonderful people, and it slowly dawns on me that we do, in fact, have a destination. Unlike walks with most dogs, this walk doesn't end where it began- or if it does, nothing looks the same to me anymore.