Here at the start of the day everything is waiting, ready. Where the day will go from here, no one knows. What will begin and what will end lie concealed by the hours to come.
We think we have control of the future, but it slips out of the grasp just as it comes within reach. We cannot hold on to it and we cannot take it and shape it into a new form to suit us.
Time takes us by the hand and leads us. We do not lead we can only follow. The day is taken from us by time itself and its path chosen for it.