I love this time. This time when March starts turning into April, when winter has definitely turned into spring, when we do that thing with the clocks and fool ourselves that nature has changed. That we have more time, more light, more breathing in the open air. I love this time.
Though I don’t get, take or have much time at the moment for writing casually on here. In this writing space I have, where I make these notes about time. My time, the time I have.
So this morning, early as usual in the Library, I’m taking some time. Time that won’t be assigned or assessed or productive or evaluated. Time aside from all that. From all that nonsense.
Time to look through some photographs and paste them up here, happily like in a scrap book, a scrap book of my time. My time on Earth, in these past few one more spring days.
“Follow me into just one more spring”
It’s important to me to take this time. To take it. Take it back. Take it from? To where? To wherever I might want to go next. With my time.
We never know how much time we have. How much time we have left.
So I’m taking this time.
With a lifetime’s appreciation for Scott Walker. Whose time ran out this past week.