Under Giant Trees

Sleep provides a much needed breaking-point in time.  It lets days be days.  

Without that definitive mark of sleep between days, time kind of turns into an arbitrary mush.  

Funny -- time, sleep -- and all the little things we do to keep our established constructs going. 

I was tired when I got off work today.  It's kind of as though yesterday never ended.  

I think I ask a lot of my brain, and so sometimes it speaks up and asks me to do it a favor in return.  Like hiding from the world, or painting, or walking far...

...Far enough that my tracks are gone by the time I turn back.

Under Giant Trees