Some days feel fast, where hours and events blur into one, where you reach the end of the day ready to start the day, and you check the time and say, “whoa”.

Some days feel slow, where the second hands feel broken, where the Earth orbits a little slower around the sun, where you find minutes and hours you didn’t expect, and perhaps don’t even want.

And then there are some days where time slows to a still, where all the time that has existed and will ever exist converge onto one moment in space, and it feels right, even perfect, and you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. In these moments – watching the sunset, reading a perfect book, saying your first “I love you” – there is a suspension in time, as if the Universe holds its breath, and it is sublime.