Sometimes, when I’m running really fast on the treadmill (“really fast” being relative), I pass the time by thinking of the 5-second fractions.
Five seconds is 1/12, 10 seconds is 1/6, 15 seconds is 1/4, 20 seconds is 1/3, etc. Pretty soon, the minute is gone, and I can return to a jog or better yet, a walk.
Today is like that, only I’m not wishing for the 11/12th fraction, I’m staring at it unbelievingly. As the second hand swings past midnight, the year is 11/12ths behind us.
Whew. I feel like Wile E. Coyote standing still in a Road Runner cartoon.
Shame on me for wishing away the seconds.
Time, time, time,
See what’s become of me.
While I looked around
For my possibilities.
~ Paul Simon