now now.

A month ago today I left the United States on a journey across the Atlantic.

It's been like a dream so far, a vacation of sight seeing, meeting, and learning.  I've changed in ways I do not yet recognize.  A quarter of my time here has already passed.  It seems like forever ago that I departed snow on the ground and was welcomed here with a bear hug.  And yet the time  has gone so quickly.

Time is an interesting concept.  That silly expression, where does the time go? means more than just commentary on time's speed.  I wonder what the point is in measuring time.  After all, we all grow up, live, love, and move into the universe at our life's end.  So what's the meaning of time?  Is it so we can quantify our lives somehow, love stronger when longer in time?  You can fall in love in an instant, die in a moment.

Time is deception.  The most important is to live NOW, not for tomorrow or yesterday.  But each moment passing as it passes, like a cloud slowly sliding by us, encircling in air, wind, and water.

I breathe now.  Gusts of wind push my hair in different directions, tickling my upper back, below my ear, my neck.  The awning outside the window of this cafe flutters sunlight on the sill.  There's a green butterfly painted on the wall, tribal marks on its wings.  My mouth tastes of vanilla latte.

just now, now now.

Now is won backwards.  Does that mean something?