At times, I caught glimpses of my life as someone else as she walked across the freshly mowed law in her purely white one piece tank dress, hair pinned up messly. She had all the time in the world, she had the brightest sunshine, she had the greenest grass, she had the bluest sky above her head. And just as her eyes were taking in the tranquility of earth around her, breathing in the fresh cool air; my heart ached and I sputtered back to reality. And the reality is, I am here, still alone, but in my room with the familiar striped tablecloth and stacks of papers demanding my attention. No. I dont have all the time in the world.