I was in an interesting state of mind with a dear friend of mine the other day. An entire day spent with smoke and window light brought us out for the sunset…unfortunately for me, the sunset was only a reminder of everything I still had to do before the end of the night…and the next morning…it always rings true in that Pink Floyd space in me:

Run, rabbit run.

Dig that hole, forget the sun.

And when at last the work is done

Don’t sit down it’s time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly,

But only if you ride the tide

And balanced on the biggest wave

You race toward an early grave.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking.

Racing around to come up behind you again.

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older.

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.