i read a book recently about how our time gets shredded into confetti, and that we all actually have much more time than we think, but it’s divided up into tiny, sometimes useless increments. i have been feeling this way, lately. despite having decent time management skills, and despite having a list of things i would really like to do, i find myself dodging distractions and demands on my time almost daily: light social invitations, oil changes, software updates, driver’s license expiration dates, vet appointments, pop-up ads, mailing list reminders, and prescriptions at walgreen’s. sometimes i feel like this feather. i just want to stand on a beach for a while and preen.

beach feather

either grand marais, minnesota or sète, france