Family

There is a minute yet colossal difference between Age and Time. It's true, you can't have one without the other – they're siblings from the same womb, forged from the same genesis, pieces of the same hourglass carried by the same reaper. But even though their movement is inseparable and their existence is one, they are not quite identical.   Time is the quick, nimble bookkeeper, barely there but always present in numbers, paces, and breaths. It's descending. It's a countdown on your night stand, it's a buzzer beater over your head and a shadow on your heels; it's measuring your moments in sunrises and sets. But then there is