Time, and the timing of things, events, circumstance- a fascinating, empowering and crippling side effect of the constitution of existence. Yours, mine, ours. Or just the whole thing all together. Good timing… oh, what a thing, right? And how about a good time? Love me a few of those.
There’s this trepidation about feeling accomplished. Something that I have, about my own doings. Don’t know if this applies anywhere else.
It was intentional. The gap, I mean. All that space and time between the last time I had done this up until the now which finds me here again. Seems like an eon. Seems like a minute.
There’s no desk here. Not one that I can use. Not one of my own. That is part of the explanation.