Wake Up Call

Time.

“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.”

So begins the song of that name by Pink Floyd.

Time. Wasting time. By some people’s standards I waste a LOT of time. Maybe they’re right.

“And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death”

Here’s how I spent an hour of my precious time on the early morning of June 14, 2016.

One day closer…

I’m good with it.