The night is young, but isn’t long

The night is young, but isn’t long

Time can be a beast to manage.

My mini men and I have every fortnights weekend – like most separated parents – to eat ice cream, play soccer in the courtyard destroying geraniums and watching M rated shows.

Time with my friends, time for myself and time for someone to sit in ferris wheels with is a precious commodity – bestowed on those who are Midas-like to me.

I’m clearly my mother’s son. I can easily sit on the sofa watching the butterfly playfully dance above my flowers in the courtyard, likewise, cook lemon potatoes for my sub-editor and destroy a dancefloor equally, on different nights.

My mini men have the priority, always. That time is easily stored away for them, in a Swiss vault.

What is time when you’re in the moment though?

Evidently we live in nano-seconds behind time itself, so we’re technically stuck in the past – constantly.

So then, time is more about what you do with it. I wonder.

If it means finding precious moments in amongst chores, work, kids, cooking and studying – for someone or something – then isn’t that time well spent?

Time, then – is like charity, the less you have, yet the more you offer – maybe the pay off is greater – if you know what I mean…

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