At 11:18, heading out to run a few errands, I had a quiet thought.
I’ll be back home at 2:00.
Nothing intentional.
Just a loose marker in the mind.
Then the clock disappeared.
No checking. No counting. Just moving from one place to the next.
When I finally walked back through the door, I glanced down at my phone.
1:59.
We like to think time controls us.
Deadlines. Schedules. The constant pull of what’s next.
But sometimes it’s attention that sets the pace.
When you’re present, time doesn’t vanish. It settles.
Lose track of time and you might find it waiting for you.
