Where does time go? Would I find it if I looked under the sofa where I sat reading this morning? Maybe it’s on top of my laptop, closed after I finished paying my bills online. Perhaps I’ll find it if I look down the drain, after I run the garbage disposal to rid it of the remains of dinner. Better yet, maybe I should look beneath the car I used to help me purchase groceries. I think I’ll take a look under this seat cushion; maybe it’s there. If you find it, would you let me know? Once again, I let it escape me.
