the notion of time is a delightful little construct, and has proven quite useful in perhaps millions of applications, though a global concept of time wasnt’ really needed until railroads started bridging great distances.
daylight savings time is much more of a mystery. autumn still shaves a little off each daylight time, we seem to delight in tricking ourselves with our clocks. i’d rather not make that change, myself. A year ago, we moved through this same space, I found napowrimo thanks to Marlin at Soul to Ink. Like a little dutch boy withdrawing his finger, the flood unleashed has yet to diminish.
seasons change in turn
we rise, live then pass away
timelines drawn in sand
20170331 to write a haibun, the early prompt for Global Poetry Writing Month,