Living outside of time.

Time moves slower in Arizona than in Minnesota. Or so it seems. If that's what I feel, then it's true. I've always wanted time to slow. To a crawl. So that I have an infinity, of sorts, to savor life with my Italian true love. I'm absorbed. With her here in Arizona. Enjoying every minute. Makes me wonder if life back in Minnesota is less enamoring. Because a week there seems to pass relatively fast. Could be that time speeds up when I'm in a routine. Pretty much doing the same stuff every day. But with my true love, it's different. Nothing is routine. Everything is extraordinary and precious. More fulfilling. One forgets about time. Time is obliterated. It's as if I'm living outside of time. --Jim Broede