Sixty seconds makes a minute, sixty of those minutes makes an hour. Get twenty-four of those and you have a day! Each second you see is the past. Each hour you seek is the future. The present you ask? It’s the Time that plods along not wasting a single second.
Ahead is the same old thing, she thought and as she did it happened. Today she stands still in my mind. For the first time since the birth of Time she was no longer progressing endlessly in that direction. She looked around herself.
There right behind her, was History. As usual he was looking backwards mulling over the things that had happened. He couldn’t help it. Whatever he did the witness described it differently. But then they would as they saw their own image of History and from their own singular perspectives.
Now was stunned. He could not believe Time was standing still. Certainly he had seen Time’s pace vary. Waiting for the end of his working day Time definitely was moving slow, yet on his annual holiday Now would see his week flash by, barely giving him the opportunity to recover. Now was becoming bored.
Future herself was waiting in the sidelines ready to make her appearance. She couldn’t make her move as the cue was just not coming. The same was true for her stand-in, Alternate-Future (and all their peers).
Time looked around deciding which way to go. “Maybe”, she thought, “maybe I should just stay here for while and just let The-Past catch up with me”
“Or I could move ahead at slightly different pace and let Things happen in his own way”
Looking to each side Time saw that she was not alone. There she saw Another-Time-Another-Place, doing her own thing.
That was it. Time decided that she had not been fair to all her colleagues just stopping like this. She must move on.
She decided to play her role. Enough of this reflection, and Time started marching off.
