I would love the time to sit down and learn coding skills sufficient to write an algorithm to cross check the current internet with the backed up internet at google and optimize cpu usage to scan and update only those bits of information that have changed.
I wouldn't mind a few days to solemnly pontificate in the moss surrounded by the run-off myst of a chilled lake. That process is slow and potentially indulgent so you've got to really give it the time. I would love that time.
I would love the time to build my own brick garage, and then the time to learn how to build a brick garage. Flashbacks to the years spent within its walls, tinkering. Time to Tinker.
I would love to log the years finally traveling that immense distance, the great divide of a passport page. Hours lost to hands being clasped with love and staring fearlessly into each other's futures before a peak's plummet. Time to learn the differences in smells between Scotland's summer grasses.
Time to recognize a defeat on the backdrop of fate in full color. Time to finally come-to out of the mysterious stupor that my brain hasn't stopped living in since toddlerhood. Time to learn how to always make it vivid.
Time to read up on all the dinosaurs and learn astrophysics too. Skydive beside anocean cliff and scuba dive into a lava tube. Reading every book I've hollowly enslaved on my shelves over the semesters, that time, I could not help but love.
It seems to be the slow things, that call out to be wished at and not charged at, and thus they get moved to the back, behind all the urgencies of the now. Time will have to be made, I would love that time. And when I get it, I do. I also don't mind how much I love my time with you.
