I wrote the ride in summer of 2016. It was one of those days where you just pray for time to stand still for a moment because you and the universe are in perfect harmony. I have always struggled with time; there never being enough of it, there being too much of it. For time to run out on me, on a good thing, for it to drag on because I know how torturing that can be too. I think about last January, how it dragged on forever and I think about this January which flew by. I think about all the words I used in this paragraph; always, never, forever and how often we use these words that imply infinite to describe something as finite as time