Time

Time well wasted. I saw it on TV this past weekend and thought what a lovely notion. Not all wasted time is bad. Not all wasted time is unproductive. Sometimes just basking in time can be a very good thing. Time does march on. months and years go by at lightening speed. Barely a blip, we are. In the grand scheme of things a quiet Sunday spending time well wasted with a special someone is a small blip but in the small scheme of things it is huge.


I laid there, listening to his heart beat and breathing and the sounds of his home. The steady hum of the furnace, the ticking clock on the wall, his breathing, deep and peaceful. Have we been on a path to this moment all along or was this mere chance? I must have drifted into my own dreams. When I opened my eyes he was watching me. A smile and crinkle of his eyes were a welcome sight. I asked what he was doing.

"watching you"

"yeah I was watching you earlier"

"What were you thinking?"

"that this day has been the best time well wasted in a long time"