I wish that my minutes were 61 seconds.
What would I do with the extra 24 minutes a day?
Watch the moon a little longer as she slips her secret crescent beyond the horizon. Grasp the sun with my pen and tell another story. Catch one more dessertspoon of rain with which to salve your fears. Listen to two more of Micus’s galaxy crossing songs so that my sleep better soothes the plants which solemnly watch.