Time .... time has been such a love song this summer.

It still echos within.

I hear it tick.

I catch its tune on the tip of my tongue
or in passing conversations throughout my days.

Throughout, within my time.

Certain days were so full of time that I could not keep up nor down.

One day the clock rang at 1pm and I had been up and experiencing life, experiencing time, since 6 am.

And I thought to myself: "Hmm, is that the time? No, that clock must be wrong - out of time - for it is evening now."

And yet though time was this full and expanded, there was never weariness, there was never impatience, never boredom.

It was lovely to be this full,
as if after the very best of meals.

Satisfied.

And then there were days , cramped like sardines on an overcrowded beach where time folded in and over itself.

A pocket. A vacuum.

And nothing really happened and yet still the days flew by though we were left with empty time pockets and very little memory of anything. Was it worth the calories?

Time. Spent. Eaten. Digested. Experienced. Alive. Tick tock.

A lifetime in a summer.

The very best summer of my time.

Here.

 

Yes.

 

And how do we spend it now? Time.

All this that we have saved up - through experience - this summer ? All this time we have swum in? Floated on. Drank.

For it must be here now to swim in and not ... gone? Spent? Eaten?

We were present for it. We caught it. We saw it and heard and respected and love it.

 

Leaning back now

I know

I feel that this weekend it is time for stillness

I will rest in the fullness of it all :-) .

 
Tick Tock.

How can one be anything but ... on time?

 

In time,

Cathrine.