27 March 2017
Taken in Camera+ and edited in Snapseed and Pixlr
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The strange phenomenon of time’s passing works its way through my days. Time can linger but rarely. Usually it moves with a nonstop cadence that wavers between slow and gallop.
An open gate accompanies my ongoing affair with time, forging days of choice and freedom: no clock to awaken me, just my internal circadian rhythm, which has been forever adjusted by my mature hormones.
As I laze in bed each morning, my new awareness climbs in next to me. After eight years of retirement, this winter’s continuous performance of grey days boosted my thoughts about a more relaxed approach to each day’s beginning.
No need to pop out of bed at first light, as I’ve been doing for decades…
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