Moment | Gregory Burbank

Here it is then, another hour before me. Not just any hour, but a golden hour of freedom and uncertainty. I walk towards the library and the world is enlarged -- filled with this moment, a sense of itself. There is so much to do in the next hour, no, I will not think about that. It is my hour, my choice; I will do as I please. The possibilities make me giddy. This hour I treasure above all others, where my schedule is dictated to me. Is there anything more sublime than this -- another hour of freedom, another moment of cognizance?