We live in time. And time, briefly, lives in us.
We measure it with clocks and calendars, but we feel it with heartbeats and regrets. A minute waiting for bad news is an ocean. A year with a loved one is a blink. Time bends not according to physics, but according to love and loss. Vivimos en el tiempo
Morning light stretches across the kitchen floor. A coffee cup empties. A child grows three centimeters without anyone noticing. These are not metaphors for time. They are time. We live in time