Where does the time go? It flits and melts away like the snowflakes. If only it could be frozen and preserved!
What if we could gift wrap time? I’m not talking about a watch or a clock. I’m talking about actual seconds, minutes, hours, and even days.
Maybe it is possible.
What if I offered my time?
Couldn’t I expand my reach outside my daily routine, my cozy home, my inner circles? Wouldn’t that give warmth to another’s landscape encrusted in ice crystals because I enter into it? Couldn’t expelling even a puff of exertion prove there is more to life than my own comfort?
Isn’t that a preservation of time–that mere moment’s snapshot?
That memory shared with another?
