Sometimes 72 hours can feel like a meandering walk in the loveliest of gardens. Rich with wonder. Enjoyment.
Then it’s gone and we wish it hadn’t left so quickly.
Other times it’s a bullet train, thundering in, wreaking havoc.
Others still, it’s a heart-wrenching, gut-twisting test of our endurance. Our hanging on for dear life.
Measure your next 72 hours and see. Perhaps it’s full of the mundane. Or simply the daily rituals that guide our every waking moment.
My latest piece of fiction, 72 Hours, is published in the March issue of the online literary magazine, Five on the Fifth.