My time goes by in a dazey haze, the radio drones on somewhere, one head light, one hit wonder, I didn't realize. No matter how unbusy I am, it fills the time. Meanwhile, one young man's time was cut short very unceremoniously. He was just pumping gas into his car, he wasn't smoking, his engine was turned off. A freakish static electricity event took his breath away forever. All this science I don't understand. Turns out it can be serious. Nineteen years old.
I don't mean to be a downer today. It hasn't been a bad day at all, in fact, it's been one of those days that I'm thankful for: beautiful and sunny, pleasant workday, nice run. It's just that this is a news item that slaps me hard and proclaims that time is not a given. I've always taken for granted that there will be a next hour, day, week, month, year.
Probably, maybe, perhaps.