Time Dilation

I may have enjoyed the holiday much too much. I just stop myself on the slowness of days, it's the Romanian spirit in me - we can't resist a long holiday. Famously, us Romanians will find any excuse to bridge across multiple holidays and not work. Which isn't necessarily to say we're lazy bastards, just that we like taking our sweet time, and sitting down at table and getting up from it very very late. We like our rest, for sure, and when the Universe conspires towards it, it can really create this air of an extended holiday, you know?

I'm in that sort of place. It's gonna be a very chill couple of weeks for me. There's the Hive Creator Days in Graz next week, and I'll also be doing a bit of traveling before that. Then, there was Easter, and its handful of days of enjoyment and ease. It seems futile to try and get back into a sort of rhythm.

Besides, I don't really want to. I'm feeling swallowed up by this change in my overdrive routine, There's quite a bit of laissez faire hanging in the air, and I'm just basking in it. I was in the country yesterday, visiting with family, and sitting in the sun. Had this wonderful sense of the dilation of time, how everything seemed to stretch and hours went by incredibly fast, and felt like we'd been there forever.

It was gorgeous. Coming back to the city late. Sleeping in, and having coffee in my old kitchen. I'm off to the theatre in a couple of hours, so not much point getting worked up. Write a bit more over the next couple of days, but I'm giving myself time to pack and really let it sink in, the sense of adventure accompanying what comes next.

Excitement. It's spring. It feels like spring. And spring's always felt like such a splendid adventure to me, a coming back to life. Maybe this time for real. And I could let myself be dragged back into the minutiae of safety and routine, same-old, except I don't much want to. Again.

I'm feeing happy and much too in love with this present moment to force myself upright just now. Maybe in a couple of weeks. But for me, it's these weeks of extended holiday, of taking in life and letting myself get excited. It's cooking and taking much too long to lunch, and probably seeing things and going places and having endless conversations and being frightfully, delightfully lazy.

Yesterday, we watched the storm mounting for a really long time. And every once in a while someone would come out with an exasperated sort of "no, it's really going to rain for real" and everyone would agree and not move an inch. Like something out of a play. If that dark cloud comes over here, it's gonna be a storm. And we sat in the garden until the last possible minute, then scrambled frantically, laughing like maniacs, to get everything back inside before the storm.

And then I realized I hadn't gone down to see the wine cellar, so we figured fuck it, the storm will wait for me another minute. And it did. Several minutes. Found you can be frightfully lazy and tongue-in-cheek and the storm will still wait for you.

And in the end, it's not the end of the world if you get a little wet, anyway.

I'm probably gonna be a little quiet over the next couple of weeks, but I'm sure you're fed up with my chatter anyway. Just know I'm being lazy somewhere, tempting the storm.

And doesn't it feel like the best thing in the fucking world.