I want to ride, but the pony I most love is somewhere else. I want to walk through my garden of perfection on the cobbled walks with the structures, torches, bridges and streams that I did write about that are real, but that is also somewhere else. I want to run barefoot in the freezing surf of the clean ocean that is HOME, but I'm on the wrong Plane.
Such are my pre-dawn thoughts, as I sit here. . .4 months and a day from what I want, at the very latest.
Oh well. We were runnin' to town later today for the sake of visitin' our favourite cafe. I would be distracted from my current obsession with time.
I was better off when I had more things to do. When I had the equines to take care of. When I had cats to spoil. Now my wheels are spinnin', and regardless of how good I have it, I want better. Even I'm wired like that.
Ah, the other two are almost up. Think I'll put breakfast together.
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