You’re sitting somewhere by yourself. A table at a cafe or your kitchen or on a roof so high up. You think about the movement of time.
You are filled with this vulnerable sensation spreading from your center to all your limbs with the vivid realization you are wide open to anything and everything. It is in no way pleasant.
Your only defense? Pick a path any path. A road to walk with a purpose prominent in your stride or maybe a quiet confidence, knowing you have something in sight. Hold this close, grip it tight.
Yes you, sitting there looking out the window, over the many roof tops. These are the days that will define you. Better yet, seize this realized time and define it.