December 31, 2004
The last day of the year is strange. Maybe it's because soon you'll actually have evidence of time's tendency to quietly pass by, never pulling over to catch its breath. Tomorrow will be different, if only in the numbers you print at the top of your check. You'll look at the date: 1/1/05, check it twice. It takes everyone awhile to get used to the change. But soon everyone's settled into the new year, leaving you behind as you play that neverending game of tag with time, trying to catch the seconds as they rush ahead, skillfully evading your touch.