This month, the shortest of the year, I felt like time was in slow motion. It's not a matter of me being less busy, it has nothing to do with that. Usually time, it seems to me, is like accelerated, there is like an acceleration of time. But February for me was like slower, like elastic, like a rubber band that stretches, like a tug that falls gently without breaking.
What is this due to? I have no idea.
Is this the kind of thoughts or reflections you are talking about? I find it interesting to put here some moments that seem special to us, why not. It's like sitting around a table in the morning and telling our dreams of the night. Of course, there is the thread about dreams, but it's not only that nor about dreams. Telling about moments, fleeting as a shooting star, that seemed strange to us, can make us see the reality of others, see that we are all united, after all. What we experience individually, in these strange times, is also part of what the group experiences.