Uh-oh.
You gotta watch out for retirement.
Time just drifts by!
The season is changing again.
Maybe it's not just retirement. There is an argument to be made that time is relentless.
Now it is busy changing the seasons.
There have been signs of this. But it happened so violently and magnificently in Minnesota that I lost some of my fine tuning on spotting the process. Seasons change here on the Cote D'azur in a more rolling, gentle way, like waves, and I don't know all the signs.
Like, what's going to happen to all the oranges and lemons on the orange and lemon trees? Do they just fall off? And then it's summer?
So how do I know it's Spring then?
I look up into the hills and they're purple. Every single tree around here appears to be blooming in violet flowers!
Also, March is ending.
But it's not like I can see all the snow melting or anything. Really I'm just sort of making it up as I go along.
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