Sunday Morning Thoughts: 9.29.19

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.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 6.9.19

Rust grows quick on the fingers. Hasn’t been all that long… or has it been an eternity? I can scarcely recall the difference.

Sunday Morning Thoughts: 4.28.19

The gentleman that sold me my bedtime six pack remembered me. After years. And after without a thought between the either of us regarding the other. It’s been a while, he said. You moved? I told him I did. Funny thing, the timing of questions.