The End Of Yet Another Week.

A new day ahead.

What is it about time emulating the ebb and flow of the sea? How often do the minutes drag as if hours and other times a week is just a memory. My theory is that we are privy to so much information that time can only tick at warp speed. How to slow down...filter information.

Sundays are my best. Peaceful, laid back and restful for both of us. A time to finish a book, go for a long walk and have a special breakfast. Looking forward to Sundays is almost akin to a waste of time as the six days in between are mere shadows of themselves. It was Monday just the other day and good golly, tomorrow a week has passed.

But it is comforting to realize that the much longed for warmer weather isn't as far away as the calendar deems. Three months, what is that honestly?

Since the middle of December our days have lengthened or rather our perception of them. Daylight is around fourteen minutes longer each week and lets us do more outdoor stuff. Getting up earlier and going to bed later. Time will become entailed in a few months again when we have to put the clocks out of kilter yet again. Our French car decided to be rather bolshie and refuses to let us put the clock back. Nice, I am always an hour early!

Mondays create opportunities to start afresh at this lovely bit of time called life and even if we keep to our status quo, that is fine as well because the week got a day less...

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