There’s a gloss on the two thin black stripes upon which I am driving too quickly for my own good. Or the good of others. So much for defensive driving. The lessons learned in those instructionals are long forgotten. I’m in a hurry.
Me via oneword.
There’s a gloss on the two thin black stripes upon which I am driving too quickly for my own good. Or the good of others. So much for defensive driving. The lessons learned in those instructionals are long forgotten. I’m in a hurry.
Me via oneword.
Today is the winter solstice. How weird. I don’t like that this word is so literally related to today. I signed on here hoping for sixty seconds of abstraction. Or at least an excuse to BS about something. But no. It’s just today. The solstice.
Me via oneword.
Sigh.
I am almost.
Sigh.
The letdown is sure to come.
Sigh.
Then elation. Relaxation. Sleep.
Sigh.
Me via oneword.
Most of the time I feel like I don’t belong where I am at that moment. That, I have gathered, is a feeling that fades with age. Or, at least there is a day when I will have to decide to breath the air that is mine.
Me via oneword.
The sidewalk was slick with ice today. The lights in the houses, usually bright in the dark morning light, were off. All the lights were off. All the power was off.
Me via oneword.
This is about the exit sign that hangs above the right door of the room in which I’ve had most of my law school classes. It’s soft red glow has been present every day of my first year. A first year that will be over in two days.
I’m chasing the sun to the west, home. I’m chasing my past down to make it the present – to jar it up so I can keep it on a shelf and look at it from time to time and remember how much I like it.