In the great big book of life every day writes a different story. Perhaps on this day a rushing river will symbolize how time can run away from us. Maybe the rising sun will illustrate the elation and relief one feels when death passes by their door. Perhaps there’ll be a word for the way rush-hour traffic takes delight in sending some into fire-headed road rage. Yet another word for the way it offers time for the voices of the patient few to break into tune.