Time is Free


Here, I don’t have to think about the irritating city or the manic crazies on the subway preaching about the end of time. 
Time is just a construct. Here, there is no time. Here, moments consist not of seconds, but thoughts, breezes, and bird calls. Moments consist of water ripples and frog jumps, of cloud shapes and hawk dives. 
Here, time spins and twirls and stops. Here, time is free.