I am having a great three-day weekend. Very few things to do, Sunday empty, the house to myself.
Only another poet, perhaps, can fully comprehend the necessity of going timespun -- where you don't have to track a thing, not even the hours or the days, sleeping or waking -- because there is enough empty time to drift.
And because you've earned the time, and everything else is getting taken care of.
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