it is only at theses times, when free time declines to a dangerous small rest of hours, days perhaps weeks, that we can feel the overwhelming preciousness of free time.
Soon there will be a structured day replacing the great freedom of a creative free life I was so fortunate to live.
Why is it, that this feeling hides in the dark when we can not see the end of this free time and when we are experience the struggle of being self responsible for how we spend our time, without a paying day job?
Perhaps it is with the help of the sun and the first timid feelings of springtime which lets us feel alive again.
No matter why, I will try to enjoy this precious time before it will be part of a great past to remember.
who said elephants can't fly? 