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  • What is it about time that makes us so perturbed? Is it the perpetual tick-tocking that rattles our nerves? Or rather, is it the lack of control we have over it?

    The walk down my driveway can seem like miles in the depth of winter. My breath left smoke trails as I cursed the cold. Running late, again.

    The soft humming of my car engine seemed to mock my anxious state. I cranked up the heat and waited as the sheets of ice, once adhered to my windows, gradually thawed.

    The sun was rising. Colorful reflections danced across my dark wash jeans as the sunlight collaborated with the melting ice crystals.

    Even the neon light of my car's analog clock was defeated. In that moment, time stood still.
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