5 Twenty

It’s all relative.

To time.

Having just watched a fifty three minutes episode about the brain of Einstein, I am in a time warp. Space moves around mass, distorting acceleration. The universe is expanding. And I’m just laying around in my bathrobe watching my smart TV.

I did my Crossfit Class at six o’clock. I quickly, donkey kicked myself into a handstand.

I went and surfed. I took my time and waited for the waves to slow down.

Now I know that the universe is responding to my movement. I thought it was the other way around.

Time stands still while you surf, and then it takes an hour to drive home.

A second movie which lasted seventy four minutes was about magic and miracles. It was all done in a timely manner by a man that talked rapidly.

I heard myself repeating his words in slow motion, not simultaneously.

I could feel the hands of time and the waves of motion.

My bathrobe is aging at a separate time from myself, as viewed by my Smart TV.

They are light years apart.

And my grandmother, watched the Edge of Night, as The World Turned.

Time after time.