First draft, fragmentary
First draft, fragmentary
It was back to the office this week. No chasing sunsets, blue skies, or trawlers as during last week’s vacation.
Vacations are seldom long enough, but there are worse things than being back in the city. People rush back and forth. There’s the ebb and flow of people you know and strangers who never meet your eye. There are new people who return your glance and become part of your moment. They register and add to your consciousness.
We acknowledge the part our friends, lovers, and families play in who we are. Seldom do we let down our guard and nod to the split seconds in which we interact with strangers every day.
Not
quite
today
Monday, August 16, 2010