Have you ever stolen a day?

Have you ever given yourself the gift of time?

When I was young I would go to the Botannical Gardens in the city, every now and then,and spend the day wandering around, looking at the clouds or just lying back thinking. Afterwards, I would feel just wonderful, my mind would be clear and anything that had been bothering me was sorted out. I step back into my life the next day carry on as usual.

When I grew a little older and met Mr Astarte we would steal a day together. After a week or so of heavy rains (which did not occur too often), we would drive up to the Southern Tablelands to see the waterfalls, Normally these are not that spectacular but, after the rains, put on a magnificent display.

I have lain flat on my stomach, by one of those falls, looking over the cliff-top at the spray below. In drier times you can walk across the top of the falls, but not on stolen days.

We haven't been to the falls for a while and I can't remember the last time I stole a day all for myself, to look at the clouds and think of many things, but tomorrow Mr Astarte and I are stealing a day. We are going to the theatre, not at night but for a morning matinee, and then we'll be having lunch after in a restaurant by the water.
And, we will not think about work or bills or anything else much, except how pleasant it is run away for a very brief time.

Stolen days..........

I wonder......have you ever stolen a day?