We were sitting in the sun eating our sandwiches. I was sitting right in front of some church doors, blocking the way, stopping people from finding salvation.
"I envy you," he said, "I don't have any time."
I looked at the lunchtime crowd scattered around the church grounds, making the most of this rare appearance by the sun. There had probably been graves here at some point, now there were people eating Big Macs.
"I can't read a book, I can't watch a film, I can't rest for even a minute," he said.
I took a bite of my sandwich. The sun was strong.
"Don't get me wrong," he continued, "I love my wife and I love my kids. I just don't have any time, you know, you can do what you want..."
Oh, yes, I have time to think, lots of it. Time to think, to analyse, to dissect. Time to think about what I want.
"Yes, I'm very lucky," I said as I watched a family walk by.
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