Time grows. We shadow.
I see a few branches coming into sight this morning, telling me that it is a different day, though my huffs and puffs assume the other way.
My nose is not that sensitive to differentiate how stinky I am after a long hike.
That is proven when no birds would go near me. You have to ponder over if having this problem, though time grows, your wisdom never grows when you are through.
But birds continue flying away while you are lifting your camera.