Time Travels May 7, 2015

It is easy to lose track of time here.  My watch and my computer tell me it is 11:34.  I slept till 9:30. 

Very little happens outside my wall of windows, and yet, everything happens.  I see the gardener in the small field next door.  Horses grazing, endlessly.  Grasses swaying.  Butterflies dancing.  Sunlight shifting.  Slowly.  I become a part of this setting, and it has become a part of me.