A morning run; a promise kept. The world, in these silent times, is different. Resurgent, perhaps?
From within the dystopian world we live, I find myself dreaming of a better future.
More time passes in lockdown. I become all-too-familiar with the world around me. I break it up, where I can, with exercise.
In the war against time, our only ally is our slowly-faltering body. But in aiding the body, we can also aid the mind, building defences against both time, and our own lives.
On reaching a milestone, today, I share the briefest of notes. How I got here, and what it means. Half a year of sobriety.
Contrasts, observed in comparison, between now and then. A month has passed, and I have an opportunity to view the same place in a different light. Quite literally; thinking about it.
Keeping track of the monthly targets, I find myself... meeting them.
A time between times. Nothing pushing, nothing pulling. Slack tide.
A day spent planning, sorting out supplies for the month, and avoiding a cheap scam.
Staring the work-year with good intentions. Let's see if I can keep them.