dreaming of taking a nice warm bike ride....but the time for that is not today.
"what an unreliable thing is time - when i want it to fly, the hours stick to me like glue. and what a changeable thing, too. time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair..."
(a fine balance : rohinton mistry)