She was precious with everything but her time. She bought only groceries needed for one. She wore one set of hand-washed clothes. But with her time, she was lavish. She’d spend hours on a single painting, she wandered through parking lots staring at the sun, she sat and listened to the sad girl at the bus stop. Time was the ruby among the jewels and her greatest gift to give.
Time. If only we had more of it.