Alina Lopez All The Time In The World -

She bent down and pressed her palm flat against the salt. It was cool and rough, older than memory. She thought of all the moments she had fast-forwarded through: the last five minutes of a sunset, the quiet pause before a good friend laughed, the simple act of doing nothing. She had treated time like an enemy to be outrun.

She had always moved fast. High school, college, the first job, the promotion, the better apartment, the trip that was supposed to feel like freedom but felt like a checklist. She was a blur of efficiency, an expert at the urgent, a stranger to the essential. "All the time in the world" was a cliché she used ironically while rushing out the door. alina lopez all the time in the world

But time was not an enemy. Time was a medium. And Alina Lopez, for one crystalline afternoon, had all of it. She bent down and pressed her palm flat against the salt