It's 9:04.
The sand is almost through the narrow neck of the hourglass, small grains dropping to completion. How can this be? As much as we knew this time was coming, who ever thought it would arrive? So final. So done. Time has escaped our grasp. Eluded our comprehension, our sensibilities.
Finality is denied. Hope is briefly entertained.
Reality intrudes yet again. A new chapter begins, wide open and expectant. Bittersweet.
Time, defiant, marches on.
Raindrops begin to fall.
Tears of God.
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