Funny you talked about time, because it has danced its way around me today.
It is past one in the morning here, hence this post is a bit of a cheat. My apologies—it’s just that I was so immersed in what I was doing that I forgot about everything else.
You see—my books are here! And they are glorious! The universe is trying to tell me something—I was waiting and waiting and waiting for days on end. Then I take a nap, and when I wake up, it’s there. Ah, I’m listening now, yes.
We had a thunderstorm that took us by surprise. The power was out, and there was nothing but the strong wind and the heavy downpour and our hands freezing in the dark. In those twenty minutes we moved from light to shadows to light again. It felt like days.
I realise that the hours are spaces, too, and it can expand or shrink in different circumstances.
When I finally got to open the box, I got so lost looking at all of them: poetry, letters, fiction, etc. I was in my own world for so long…I didn’t even notice that it was midnight already until my father came to kiss me hello and greet me a happy birthday.
I can’t believe I’m twenty-seven. I’m barefoot in my room, swaying to this.
Good night, M.