The tagline on the email grabs me, along with
the first sentence (as a good lead should):

First, it races away unstoppably—
then it seems to stand still.

And I read, my own engine picking up speed,
that our heartbeats can cause the moments

of our lives to drag or fly. And I think,
well, yeah… and I learn that we can’t

consider time in isolation from the body.
Researchers asked people to estimate

which of two sounds or images felt
shorter or longer, and here’s the kicker:

When the heart contracts, time feels shorter;
when the heart relaxes, time seems longer.

So time, indeed, flies when we’re having fun,
or seems endless when we’re bored, these

lives made up of milliseconds that, when
combined into trillions, make up our story.

We are all composed of micro moments, our
hearts ka-thumping in patterns that shape time,

or how we perceive it, which is no surprise
to all of us who’ve wished for more of it

with those we love—to look on that sweet face
even a minute longer, to hold that hand again,

as our fragile, sturdy hearts palpitate,
time pulsing away whether we recognize it

or not.