If time actually exists, I would imagine it is a reminder of how far we have travelled, of what we have ahead and a reminder of this moment. It would seem there is a time for nature, seasons, tides and light in the universe that connects to our own understanding of time. Like the hands of a clock or face of a sundial, things moves in cycles. Perhaps to show transformation, rebirth and the continuation of things such as nature and energy. Maybe it’s just the connection we have with time in our busy lives that’s wrong? Maybe we should by listening to what time is telling us rather than constantly measuring and racing against it.