Ahhhh I’ve been thinking about time a lot lately. Last week I signed up for an Ancient Trees tour that was advertised as being from 10am-1pm. Turned out it was just my friend and I, along with a woman from NYC and her teenage son on the tour. Being as it was, we made our 28yo tour guide/tree savant relaxed and happy and so he went overtime. By an hour and a half.
He thought he was doing us a favor, keeping us frolicking in the woods amongst the ancient giants, but I had to keep adding time to my parking meter and was starving and agitated by the time 230 rolled around.
Tour guide was totally nonplussed by time and bodily needs, he had no need to be anywhere at a certain time or even eat it seems.
So I guess it all comes down to how we live/where we live/how we’ve been trained if you will, to observe time.
Love how you made me think about my relationship with time.
Your Buenos Aires In The Rain photo may be my favorite. I need it for my "Photos By Diana" wall!
Ahhhh I’ve been thinking about time a lot lately. Last week I signed up for an Ancient Trees tour that was advertised as being from 10am-1pm. Turned out it was just my friend and I, along with a woman from NYC and her teenage son on the tour. Being as it was, we made our 28yo tour guide/tree savant relaxed and happy and so he went overtime. By an hour and a half.
He thought he was doing us a favor, keeping us frolicking in the woods amongst the ancient giants, but I had to keep adding time to my parking meter and was starving and agitated by the time 230 rolled around.
Tour guide was totally nonplussed by time and bodily needs, he had no need to be anywhere at a certain time or even eat it seems.
So I guess it all comes down to how we live/where we live/how we’ve been trained if you will, to observe time.