To live is so startling, it leaves little time for anything else.

Minutes are ticking by , and I am coming closer to yet another moment I so wish I could delay. As (late) mornings days roll into evenings, and evenings into nights, it hits me when it gets dark. Another day gone by.

The only time it hit me in daylight was today afternoon. Having done the laundry, I started to iron out dad's shirt, he said: " You dont really need to do this... , I l be wearin it under the pullover for the flight.. it wont show anyways". The flight? What flight? Damn. I ve already finished more than half of my Christmas pudding.

Apparently they are still fightin jet lag.. as they sleep on, my insomniac CMU brains refuse to shut down. And it becomes even more painful, just to watch them, as the silence reminds me...

The calm shall return, and the next time, it would last much longer than a couple of hours.