I can’t hear the ticking of the wall clock anymore because the years have dulled my hearing, but I know it’s still counting down the seconds left in my life. It is as tenacious as a bird on a June bug, as haunting as Edgar Allen Poe’s Raven. It’s just as well that I can’t hear the reminder that time is running out. All of my friends are getting older. Heck, even the kids are getting older.

I wish I’d found this place earlier in life. There is only one thing I would change though. I wouldn’t own any clocks. They make no sense and all they do is hurry you along.

Take some time and enjoy the night.