But as the sun started to set, I could feel a chill moving through the house. And as the waning light moved towards the tops of the fields, I went out for a quick walk down the country road. This cloud indicated what was coming for me tonight.
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tempus fugit*
Three hundred and thirty six hours is long enough to develop a new rhythm but not long enough to form a new habit. And that means I need to be intentional and present and aware of the clock ticking all while attempting to throw time out the window so I can sink deeply and swim freely into my creative "ouch zone," as Quinn's elementary gifted and talented teacher used to say.
