7 days to Crete. the island shore, approaching like a ship on the horizon of time. while i am swimming through a lake of things that need finishing first. painting the floor of the cellar room.
freeing the garden lawn from that bad weed. writing a travel tale for transitions abroad. putting together the 2028 letter to dzanc. and - taking time to smell the flowers. who will be gone when i return.
how many things will fit in those seven days? and - how to keep a good pace?
i will try to see it as a marathon. not starting too fast, so that i won't run out of energy halfway through.. which would be Thursday. which is - and ain't that neat - the day of Lujong. of space earth wind fire and... water.
transitions abroad, i think. they bring transitions ashore.
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