Something happens in the realization that there are less days ahead than behind. Time gains weight; its value skyrockets in an instant. Impact rises to take its rightful place and income, in the process, cedes its perceived importance. To-dos reorder themselves by effect on family (immediate) and humanity (extended). As the days in the sandbox get shorter, with no way of saving daylight, plans make room for play. We draw down our balance of time thinking if not now, when? If not me, who?
