Time Passes.

My hope as another passenger on this steel ride is that by the time I reached the bottom, I would have noticed in person the young couple kissing and this older woman watching, and that I might have some awareness of what she might be thinking, if anything.

Instead, I took a shot and kept on in my head about a variety of other things.

But even if I was in my head, even then I'd hope that by the time I reached the bottom I had figured out my next plan or strategy or resolved what was tumbling around up there.

Because time passes, and we're lucky to get to the bottom, and even luckier if we used the time wisely.