numb to numbers

Numbers are something I've never seemed capable of understanding very much.

They're too on the nose,

too precise,

too telling,

too boring...

But I'm not here to open my mind about math.

I'm here to talk about time.

We've all said it:

"I can't believe one year has passed already!"

Or two

Or five

Or fifty....

But I suppose I'll speak for myself.

Time will always remain a mystery.

The day is the only unit of time I can really, truly wrap my head around.

Seasons change.

Weeks are completely human made...

But a day has a rhythm..

Forget the hourly shifts of sunrise and sunset.

Forget the clocks we may, or may not, push forward or pull back to match them.

Forget months

Forget years

Forget decades.

The sun goes up.

The sun goes down.

I can handle that much..

Perhaps that's why I'm always late.

Even now,

I seem to have arrived late.

Yes,

late and embarrassed like never before...