Transcendental time

As winter sets in I am confronted with the fact that almost a year has passed since I fell ill. I bump into things, whilst sorting out my house on a frequent basis, which have been lying there waiting to be cleared away for a year. Yearly events in the news seemed like they happened only yesterday. I suppose it must feel much like this when you wake up from a coma.
Time has simply passed. Not days, not weeks, but months, without me consciously taking part. I reallize as I post this picture of my street, that I have posted a picture of every season since I fell ill. The trees have blossomed, turned green and lost their leaves, while I have been busy getting better. The good news is that I too seem to be re-newing myself, a technique that has brought these trees to a ripe old age of about 60 years. My neighbor saw them come, and the first are starting to go. 60 odd years are great! I will try to follow suit. Today I will be visiting PwC again; my baby steps taken to resume work. I must tread carefully so as not to waste the energy which I will need in seasons to come.