The days pass. I read a reference to the current mood which stated “the days pass slowly and with great haste at the same time.”  All around the faces change. Aged by the slow and steady waiting of the clock. Waiting for the moment to pass. Sitting before me, she only gave me but a few moments, maybe 60 seconds at best. Funny how impatient one person can be when they want to move on. I’ll try again tomorrow for sure.—Dominick
