Many years later I met Jonathan. He was rather strange. He taught me much, including his secret. When he was listening to this rain, this tick splash pattern he moved but once. His fingers tapping the keys T-I-M-E at the very top of the page. It has perplexed me until I began writing this because this day I met Jonathan again. I met him on that day when time slowed and I typed the word time. You see words are powerful. Just a simple "time" can change everything. Writing is an art. Each sentence finely crafted. I once dreamt that the words I wrote came alive. That they flowed together so beautifully. That they fell in love and they danced away into the deep moonlit sky.