The drive isn’t gone. Just different. Changed. Evolved, or the like. Goes with time. With age. Or so I’ve been told. And so, now, I might start to say more often myself. Almost three decades. Just enough to know for sure about how little you know. Which I guess means I know something. …
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.
Rust grows quick on the fingers. Hasn’t been all that long… or has it been an eternity? I can scarcely recall the difference.
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.