A wine glass sits idly by the sink. Its stands elegantly a reminder of the evening past. It has been filled with water. Someone's best intentions to start the wash without doing any work. The light of the morning illuminates it, just as the stillness illuminates me.
The trickle of the aquarium continues. I suppose it shall forever-- just like the clock. Just like the rushing orbit of the Earth around the sun as we spin inexorably towards noon and hurtle towards Spring.