Jesus, March is flying by.
Always happens, doesn’t it? The closer we get to Spring, the quicker the calendar rotates. And yet, as the same time, days seem to slow down considerably as we desperately await the welcome return of warmth, light and colour.
What do I mean by all that?
The dark months drag by; the brighter ones accelerate.
Simultaneously, the closer you get to something happening that you’re excited about, the slower time seems to pass. I’m excited about being able to cycle after tea, and fire up the BBQ, and play in a warm garden with Mathew, and go swimming, and do a bit of surfing, and see our flowers bloom again, and the nearer we get to the point where we can do those things, the further away they seem to feel.
It’s the same with the lockdown, and the lifting thereof. While we knew we had to stay home and not see anyone, it didn’t feel like too bad a task. Now we know we are close to be letting out again, it feels harder to put up with, and it feels more at threat, and it feels like it’s a lifetime away. Only two weeks until we can have my sisters round to sit in the garden. It feels like it’ll never get here.
And yet March is simply flying by….
RC 17-3-21
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