It's that time of year that always seems a bit out of joint to me. Springing forward. I'll be tired for no explainable reason beyond my own circadian rhythm. Circadian, from the Latin circa, around, and diem, day, means someone is just messing around with my day.
I think I am not particularly routine driven until I start yawning too much like I have jet lag. But it's just one little hour. One hour a year that reminds me of my biology and my place in nature.
And it has been one strange revolution, this planetary spin of 365 days, this time around. If not in my corner of the planet, certainly in many others. Maybe yours.
So I will try to just quietly move forward. Carpe diem. Mindful that for me only a small bit of time has been theoretically jerked out from beneath me. And not my home. My world. My life.
I didn't intend to be so heavy. I want your visit here to be a bright spot amid the sometimes dingy reality.
I want to share my particular take on beauty, and a bit of grace.
So I'll finish up by simply saying it's a new day.
Let us rejoice and be glad in it.
That's my wish for us anyway.
Ciao! for now!
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