Late Afternoon

Typically, the concept of Late Afternoon is mildly depressing to me because it forces you to consider the fact that time is passing and the day is drawing near its close. All our lives, time presses us forward, often unwillingly, in the form of deadlines, birthdays, anniversaries, deaths; our trajectory is impossible to slow. Lately, however, (again with the time thing. Lately I've also been getting older) I've noticed that when I'm not at work, it is a most enjoyable time of day. The sun begins to sink and light becomes softer, driving my thoughts in a reflective direction and causing a craving for tea. I often find myself pretending that time isn't passing at all- that I am floating through days but they mean nothing, that there is an eternity of them and I'll spend them wandering the earth, seeing and feeling and tasting everything there is and when I think I'm through, there will be a new generation of world to see and feel and smell and hear and love. Thankfully this is not the case. A beautiful sentiment that makes me happy to know I am not God because I want to die someday. I want an eternity, but not on earth.