I assumed she would be an older woman with thick flowing white hair and a tamed manner of a cold-hearted grandmother joining you for a cup of tea. Yet she ended up being a younger, energetic, short-haired suave woman with an intelligent wit about her. One would furthermore have assumed to find her on some remote Colorado mountaintop walking in the clouds over this clamouring downtown train station that she insisted on meeting. '...By the way, lady, how am I going to find you inside bloody Union station? Itś quite busy these days.' I had playfully questioned. 'Try not to stress about the little things,' she laughed on the phone, 'Itś my job to find people. I sort of find my nose in everything, love.' ´Cheeky!´ I had thought. Maybe it was another trick. After all, I had found her number on a marijuana dispensary bulletin board after a couple of edibles. The card simply read:“Time is the most valuable thing that one can spend.”The Historian Denver, Colorado 303-877-EMC2 In the travelling turmoil around the crowded station, in the midst of the passengers tapping away at phones, all of a sudden, she appeared in front of the giant clock above a flower shop cleverly named Bloom. Window light illuminated her for seconds and, next minute, she was sitting next to me on a leather sofa, blazing her infectious smile. Some way or another, I wanted to smile back, but I did not. 'How do I know it's really you, lady?' I questioned. 'Look around you, darling.' Her young eyes motioned around the open hall. She stood close by everybody and every living thing out there. Same outfit, same chic looks, same beaming smile everywhere. Cloning wasn't such a wild idea or a dose of acid in my tea if that last waitress felt a bit wicked. The recent innovation in hologram technology could be taken into consideration as well but no; she stood by all encompassed as if she always belonged; just invisible to the everyday-eye. I only beamed that at last, I had met the phenomenon called 'Lady Time' or as she preferred to be called ´The Historian´. Her eyes, like the indigo ocean, were pools of iridescent blue, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling jewels hiding depths of knowledge. Peach lips softly parted, crystal white teeth still beamed radiant. She indeed was a sight in her white summer pantsuit with a pink orchid pinned to her shoulder. The happy hour began to move quickly as the clock struck 5 pm. Its blending with the giggles of travellers was an auditory hug; however distractive over a chat with Time. The sound wended its way through the grand hall air enveloping even strangers in its tickling embrace. Only the most stoic of travellers and commuters suffocated smiles to its presence as well as hers. I gave the Terminal Bar waitress my card with a smile to close the tab of tea and curry chicken lettuce wraps. 'My apologies, but thought you'd be significantly more seasoned than your appearance.' I remarked as the waitress disappeared. 'They all do... Be that as it may, shouldn't I age nearer to the finish of time?' Her perfect shaped teeth flashed with the words and a wink. 'Well.' I pondered... ¨So the world still has a significant distance to go judging by your youth and beauty? ' I flirted finishing the tea. 'Who knows? Haven't you heard about biting the youthful dust?' Her smile still wouldn't leave her face. The conversation was diverting from my true quest. I required a more quiet spot with the moments I had with Lady Time. 'Mind, if we step outside? There is a lovely fountain out front. Children adore its installation and itś a brilliant spot to enjoy a cone.' 'As you can see, wherever is completely fine for me, love.' We sat down on a large block of concrete seating bordering the rectangular fountain exiting to the right of the station. Many children ran through the freshwater shooting on a timer that painted excitement on their faces. Even running at their youthful speeds, dodging streams; she chased them with breeze. She could be seen next to the trees, hovering with the birds, the back of hipster driven peddle-cabs, and laughing with tourists high in the mile high. I chuckled as she tuned the clock outside the station on a scaffold supported by many more of herself munching on tasty looking green chile burritos and a local brew. It would appear that privacy is only a condition of unconsciousness; one is never alone. Here she was, perched on the seat with me, indifferent in her conduct, but then so obediently charmed with her given assignment. 'When you said about passing on youthfully, would you say it was the universe or you?' 'Both.' She said unassumingly. 'What's more, this doesn't trouble you?' 'You have your choices; you have wants. Question creates the undertakings, thus complying with the order.' 'A little inhumane, huh?' I looked straight into her eyes for anything hidden. 'Legitimately... With a reasoning being, this course would transform into a rebel against the appointed. With an affinity heart, the messenger of death would be a sulking hermit.' I gave careful consideration; she shared her knowledge, however not the emotions I assumed would complete this enlightenment. Engineering independence was created quite a while back, I thought, 'So what oversees you? That is to say, what precisely are your obligations?' 'I essentially complete what is ordained by destiny. No decisions, no prudence.' she looked towards the water as children ran through accompanied by her doubles. 'That should apply to the living things, however, shouldn't something be said about objects? Buildings, cars, countries? They are represented by destiny as well?' I inquired. 'Feeling savvy huh? Actually no, not in the way that you take to it and allow your mind to give them importance. Yet, don't they all have their very own existence cycle?' She flashed her smile once more, 'Times change for them as well.' I thought of the crumbled structures I had witnessed around the world, the rusted cars and motorcycles now in junkyards, and the demolished countries of centuries past as well as our current viewed lines obeyed and feared by many. 'Brilliant!' I shouted. 'What's more for us? For what reason do we need to be subjected to your trial of times? That is to say, aren't we sufficiently insightful to practice our own particular will?' 'Brilliant, Whatś more for us?' She emulated me with her own particular humour and puppet hand dance. 'You all truly think you coincidentally are and will simply swing to the great 'unknown'? Get real, darling; there's something else entirely to the cycle of life than being a mishap of existence and kicking the bucket.' 'Are you turning Aristotle on me?' I inquired. 'No.., more like Einstein actually,' she smiled, 'Everything is relative.' 'So while we unexpectedly get hit by staggering struggles; our loved ones pass on because of circumstances not initiated by their own particular doing; notwithstanding when every single one of us experiences the fight of life, and you essentially turn the pages as if it is all a never-ending novel.' I felt profound disdain towards her. 'Aren't you overlooking the smiles that light up your face when life is created, the fulfilment of having a lover or friend who imparts their everything to you. This including their own limited time gifted to you. The delights you experience even after the rigours of excruciating disappointments, you still welcome love and joy for all around you? That is changing circumstances as well.' 'Agreed, yet while we sit latently on this exciting ride of life, you just glimmer that beautiful smile and take us for the ride?' 'You never got it, did you, love?' She smiled at me and rose to leave walking towards an approaching Lyft car, 'You stay consistent while it's 'the circumstances' that change. I am my own greatest struggle, my dear.' The statement desensitized me. Despite everything, how was she able to keep that beautiful smile beaming? As she vanished from all over the bustling transportation hub, I thought about whether Lady Time indeed was as cold-hearted as I first assumed.