Time

As he watched the long hand of the grandfather clock move lap after lap at a permanent pace he wondered why. Why sixty seconds, sixty minutes, twenty-four hours? He was sure there was an explanation, an educated answer to his question, but he doubted the relevance of the response. The sun rises and sets, but why must this describe a day? What if two days were one instead? Forty-eight hours. We'd get more done. The good days would be better and the bad days worse. We could stay up later and sleep longer. There would be more time to decode our feelings and fears before the day ends and they're put aside in a pile that we say we'll deal with later. Our lives will be the same length regardless. But maybe there was a way to experience things at a more focused, gradual pace. It seemed so simple.