Airport

Today, I woke up late, but I am in no hurry to take my daughter to the airport. I feel like dragging my feet and taking my time. Why do we think we can take MY time? No one owns time. None dictate a direction to time. God holds the stars. God tells the waves when to crash and when to rest. Time. Arg. If it were really MY time . . . I must go. The clock has more control than I want to admit.