20 minutes

This was written in the middle of a heavy job search that was extremely stressful. Though I am glad about the outcome those constant phone calls, being pushed for decisions and a string of tough choices to make all cluminated in this outpouring.

20 minutes. That is all I ask, that's all I want. To carve 20 short minutes out of my day in which there's no need to worry, no need to ponder and process and drive life to some particular end.

Enough moments to sit with a coffee, and perhaps if so inclined a cigarette, and let either the light of day or punctuated dark of night gently to just wash over precipitating the release of an uncontested sigh.

Enough time where shoulders aren't weighed down with the facts of the the day.