I'm not sure why but it seems to me that in the tropics each day speeds by; and yet the pace of life dawdles.
The onset of evening on the island of Phuket seems to arrive just after breakfast; and when it does the sky makes like blended strands and patches of textured raw silk. Yesterday evening they were of blue and grey, silver, hints of gold, and white.
Dwarfed on the highest peak is the Big Buddha serenely gazing to the east.
And the waters of the bay reflect a sliver of the light show beyond the range.
Time. It's a seductive, and beguiling, mistress.
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