It is that time of day, of which all should be familiar with as it is a time of day that all experience.
Then again, maybe not all. At least most experience this time of day.
It is one that has been known for an age and has been known throughout history, even if hit has not had a name. Not all have had a concept of this particular point of time in the day, but they have experienced it, knowingly or otherwise.
I guess implying that not all had a concept of this particular point of time in the day also implies that they unknowingly experienced it, but I digress.
It is a time that only arrives at one point in the day and it is there in existence, being experienced and felt and heard and all that other stuff. Sometimes even if it is experienced it is a piece of the day that is not noticed, nor felt in a knowing manner, but it is always there. It is there even if no one is there to experience and understand it at that particular moment in time, for it still exists. It does not need the validation of others to exist, for it is always there.
Sometimes there are moods and emotions brought forward in a way that matches the scenery, and sometimes those that experience these feelings do not understand as to why they are experiencing what it is that they are experiencing, and yet somehow it matches what it is that they can see, hear and feel; such is the power of this point in the day of which is one that exists only at a specific point in time, assuming that the flow of time is indeed one known under the term and concept of “linear flow”. However, it would be more accurate to say that it appears at one specific point in time in every period of time often broken down into a period of the hour total of twenty-four, though perhaps this is not entirely true, for some moments keep on moving rather than remain fixed.
It elicits many a strong thing, but sometimes it does not and sometimes it does not mean anything to some. Sometimes it means a lot. There are many things of which it can and cannot mean and such is the way of the day when it flows away from the grasp of which you try to reach out.
Maybe it will inspire work and maybe it will inspire relaxation. Perhaps this point of time is one in which there are great forms of change, but perhaps they are not all known. Maybe sometimes they are.
However, in order to keep on talking about this, perhaps there should be a name provided so it is better understood what this bit of time is and is not, so therefore I will reveal the name of this bit of time.
It is the time of day known as “The Present”.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:11:40
This was a struggle to write and I think it shows. I feel as though I locked into the wrong thing.
Written at home.