All that could have been

Really feeling the span of decades. The clicking of time. The frittering away of time. The waste of time. Years looking forward to possibilities for the weekend, sitting on porches and watching, hoping, dreaming. And soon the discomfort of ages, the pivot to spot-check behind me as earth passes by, feeling its draft, the breeze …

Tomorrow’s Naïveté, Abroad

Once upon a time, three months ago, I was reading a Rick Steves’ European travel book from 2012 and having predictive visions of what Europe would be like once I finally got there. And I forgot those memories until just now. And damn, they are quaint memories of the future. They just don’t jive with …