My day as I know it was about 16,75 hours long...
milked goats, saw a lifestyle worth living (on a farm), got my materialized wrist-time stolen from me by a child,
reviewed some of the most complicated mathematics I've wrapped my head around,
lost faith in humanity while filling myself with anger toward a loved one, regained faith in humanity plus some, discussed with a friend, found an especially beautiful pine cone,
sat by a fire under the almost-Harvest Moon, ate salmon caught by a friend,
found out my brother is coming home Tuesday,
and rediscovered my dream to "grow up" to become a [happy] bum with a PhD.
Now it is time for bed.
or, better yet,
I want to go to bed,
egal wieviel Uhr es ist.
This, we said, was our life...
We were alone one night on a long road in Montana. This was in winter, a big night, far to the stars. We had hitched, my wife and I, and left our ride at a crossing to go on. Tired and cold--but brave--we trudged along. This, we said, was our life, watched over, allowed to go where we wanted. We said we'd come back some time when we got rich. We'd leave the others and find a night like this, whatever we had to give, and no matter how far, to be so happy again. - William Stafford "Once in the 40's"
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