As Time Goes By

Time never stays still; it flies instead, not waiting for anyone. Some days are wasted, out of lethargy, and we feel like life is passing us by. A foggy morning gradually turns into a sunny afternoon, only to make room for clouds to cry their own tears followed by the gayest rainbow. Coffee, poppy seeds, salted caramel and smoked salmon wait for me in the kitchen as it gets darker outside. Yawn after yawn, I lose track of time.