This morning I sit on the balcony and lose track of time. If I’m not careful, I lose a whole year.
My sunshine, my starlight, gravity and the void –
When humanity meets the first time traveler, they will just have woken from a high summer nap on a porch swing.
It’s a strange thing to be glad of losing something.
Peach tree seasons, time run soft.
My definition of a good day is simple: it’s a day when time moves at the right speed.
Life and change are inseparable.
You learn things about yourself when you watch clouds.
What can I do in ten minutes? Play Pinball Wizard.