The excitement and intensity of preparing for the pre holiday fetes, fairs and shows has subsided. The "loca" is gone for the moment. The ebb and flow, up and down can lull me into a false sense of relaxation during the quieter periods.
Time passes though there is a constant pull of the tide to get things done - I function so much more creatively and energetically with a deadline. Its hard to stay driven all the time.
This small town lets me live the time passing. Taking the days as they unfold.
It seems that I have ditched my tent and my gypsy ways and am settling down in my house of bricks.
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