I can feel the days getting shorter. The compression of time within me, weighs. Having exchanged one time zone for another, I feel robbed all over again, a week of daylight missing as if I could count it on the fingers of my hand then wrap it into a sleeping fist.
So restless this awareness made me, that ticking tock of why I do not wear a watch, that I stood up looking for an exit. I grabbed my camera and leashed up my dog, sneaking out of my own anxiety.
I walked up the hill that I always do and looked for lines instead of objects to calm my pulse. At just past five, the light was in its laughing run, so I leant into it and let it push me pulled.
Lucky like a charm and looking like a child, it worked like a clock. My breath stung quiet with shivering hope, I returned home and opened the lock. "Good Boy." I patted Ben reassuringly and climbed the stairs in the dark.