I’ve been gardening a lot recently. Watering the plants at least once a day, either in the early morning or late evening: it brings me great peace. The smell of dirt and greenery have a freshness; livelt; an organic nature that agree with my every sense. Peace, and the joy for my wellbeing in seeing things grow. Today I realised that something had devoured my plants in the night. The tick had soon become a tock. The swing of my emotional state. Fuming.