You cannot count time during summer holidays. When you’re summering, trying to get some rest and to recharge, time stands still. There are no seconds, no minutes, no hours. Neither sun, nor breeze, nor salt, nor sand can move through time. Everything is just lived. Everything stands still.
Until it doesn’t Until you’re back, you hit the power button, and suddenly your watch makes sense.
Art Work YORGOS FRAGIADAKIS