Time was running out of us. Or as one of us said, there was no time to lose.
We were trying to beat the traffic. We could feel it coming for us. The traffic.
I said what’s the hurry? And everyone else said have you looked at the clock lately? I said “clocks don’t tell the whole story.”
The story that began the day an angry god condemned us to wander the sky for 40 days and 40 nights.
What could we have done to deserve this?
Someone said, it wasn’t a matter of what we did. It was a matter of how we did it.
If only we could have done it differently. Whatever it was.