Since time is experimentally proven to be spatial, nobody can ever truly be late.
The shot above was taken a few days ago, but apparently it remains righteous enough to share it now.
Astute observers of my journal may correlate the interesting sky with the one in my epic two swans experience, which makes sense, as this shot (of the bigger non-swan lake) was taken the same day.
And that is a taste of how things flow around these (relatively odd) parts. Time is spatial, and since there factually has never been even one objective distinction discovered in the roughly 3,000 years of the scientific method, I hypothesize that whatever we as a species defines as space is ultimately energetic (as mass is highly condensed energy basically in accordance with the most famous equation that requires no clarification here — i.e. it’s all energy, um, baby).
Quickly moving on (I feel some regret over going with that baby part, so best to move away from it expeditiously), positive energy to you and yours.
Who knows what the future holds?
Oddly, that is connected to:
Who knows what the past holds?
And the present?
Well that just “holds” reality.