thepathlesstaken

Time is such a funny thing. I'm waiting for the man to return from his haircut so we can get on the road and it feels as thought I've been waiting for over a lifetime. I'll wait for Michaels to open so I can get more paint or canvasses for five minutes and feel as though I've been there for ten. Or he worst, sitting at work, trying your best to look busy for that last ten minutes before we're released for theday. I feel like I wait for years.

But then, when you're reading a really good book or really want to finish that painting you've ben working on for three weeks - there's never enough time.

It's funny how time works.