Another week has gone by, and I sometimes wonder if we will ever have the time we need to say the things we haven’t said. I hold on to these minutes the way the shore holds on to the tide – constantly slipping away.

Another week, another hour, another day. The earth moves, but we’re standing still, trapped in the same place we never wanted to be. And we think we’ve got all the time in the world to straighten it out, to realize our dreams, but the one thing you can never count on is tomorrow.