Journal entry (16/08/17)Posted: August 18, 2017
Time moves more slowly these days. I feel I am not running after my life anymore. I can rest. I can enjoy the light of the day more.
Today, I walked in the park, at one point, alone. Alone, time moves faster. As if it were a companion. As if we were talking and the day was listening. And the trees were there in the silence of the present.