I've never much liked Tuesdays. On their own, they have no significance. They merely hold place between Mondays, during which I am full of energy and a weekend's rest but bereft of motivation, and Wednesday, hump day, which, usually, is as completely bereft of humping as Monday is empty of motivation.
But this particular Tuesday finds me on holiday. Holiday Tuesdays are by far to be preferred to working Tuesdays. I get up when I want, do what I want, when I want, and go to bed when I please. But, as wonderful as all that is, I've found that the purest form of bliss to be found on holiday is the complete lack of rush.
Today I stood on the curb and just felt the wind from a nearby rain shower blow past me. Time dilated, slowed, and wrapped itself around me. I lived just inside that one single moment. Life is lived inside the moments it's said. I tip my hat to whomever it was who said that first. He couldn't have been more right...................
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