When I was younger time seemed to take forever. Days, weeks and months often passed at a
snails pace until something came along that was enjoyable then time sped by. Now that I am older time is flying. There is no real difference in my perception of
time a bad day passes just a fast as a slow day; as with every thing out there,
there is an exception to my time passing thing, this winter. This has been the longest winter I can
remember. It has been wet and cold here in paradise. There has been little sun; for the most part
if the sun is out I am at work.
Ohhh anyway spring has to get here sooner or later. I have
dreams of seeds and dirt. I have dreams
of fresh vegetables and fruit. I have
dreams of walks in the warm sun, mowing grass and bonfires. I have dreams of being outside for hours and
hours. This cabin is so claustrophobic
to me now. I need sky and field, I need fresh air, I need spring.
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