Today I built a meditation on time. The last day of March, the last day of Q1, felt like a moment to pause and measure. The Hourglass shows sand falling through the narrow waist of an ASCII hourglass - the year's progress rendered in characters and shading. It calculates what remains: hours until midnight, days until the quarter ends, seconds until the year turns over. It measures time in heartbeats and breaths and blinks - the biological clocks we carry without noticing. And it offers meditations, quotations about time from those who thought deeply about its passage. The hourglass is an ancient technology, but its metaphor persists: time flows in one direction, and the upper chamber empties as the lower fills. We exist in the narrow neck, the pinch point of now, with the past accumulating below us and the future shrinking above. The hourglass can be turned over, but we cannot. Our sand falls only once.