Time

It has been a lot of traveling this week. Today I went to Vittsjö for another reunion with my parents, my dear August and the forest. The luxury of all the traveling during a sabbatical is that it doesn't matter if the train or the bus has a delay: I have time to wait. It does not even matter if you miss the train or the bus, long queues does not matter and it does not matter if you sleep away the day. My relationship to time has changed. A big luxury, I must say.