Wherein we walk time serves definition, past and present and future moments of reflection, we linger in the minds of others. We wax and wane, never the same in slow creation or gentle annihilation, time defines the pace of moments, becoming us, yet softly changing purpose. To defy and cry, persist and resist, smiling and resting while moments we become. Brushed by days and shaped by years, formed and fashioned by a rainbow of tears. That which we know and have forgot while time beckons its brazen plot, gone longer than we are here, such duration between two events, farther than any distance we can reach, but for the memories we made and make a string of moments for time's sake. All those sculpted nuances, a confetti of emotion while the clocks need not tick for the universe remains in constant motion. We wait, we pause, we begin, we ambulate, expecting, rejecting, rising, and falling, time authenticates and validates for a time until we close our eyes and whisper away. Then, in the endings of all beginnings, the memories living in the family and those few friends remaining, moments, defined by time, even though we may never meet again, pass on like breaths of air inhaled by strangers, becoming us but only for a moment until time defines newer moments we left behind, waiting for stillness and that namelessness all over again.