Is It Time Yet?

2016 P Scarborough 8x10 pastel As yet untitled. Something about time...

Handsome Husband and I are discombobulated. It’s time to be hungry, but we’re not. We feel slightly undone, waiting for something to happen that may – or may not, because the time isn’t quite right. Should we go yet, or are we late before we’ve even gotten started?

Daylight savings time. What on earth does that even mean?

Do we save time like we save money? Is there a Time Bank somewhere I’m unaware of? I’d like to make a withdrawal please. I could use just a few more minutes.

Maybe time is saved it in a bottle, stoppered up and tossed into the ocean to be washed up on shore in another time zone. Is that what causes time to warp, as the recipient squeezes our time into theirs? Or does the time get put into some cosmic junk drawer along with black holes, rubber bands and inkless pens? In six months or so, say, in March sometime, planetary time keepers will go spring cleaning, digging deep into the wonders kept in that drawer. “Oooh!” they’ll say. “We’ve been looking for this!”
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Whatever the time, the lights in my studio are on. My time is saved and spent there.