Like standing on the shoreline with immense waves and intense undertows ( Read more... )

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The last full day. At this point, time is fading away as much as it's glommed together. The sun, the clouds, the waves all promise forever, which makes any termination a surprise. Tomorrow, I'll drive home. My existence will return to its own endlessness, one of errands, appointments, days and nights in unknown cities, interminable amounts of ( Read more... )

I awaken every day earlier than the last. I don't even want breakfast, just to shorten the distance between me and the water. There's enough time to walk a few miles in the waves before an online life-coaching session. The therapist cancels anyway, and I try not to read that as a metaphor. Just means more time on the shoreline ( Read more... )

A second fly-by the metaphorical, cosmic snack table. A bike ride before meeting the water.

Today's miles are faster. Effortless, even. I travel past yesterday's forest, the superfluous swamp, and past new housing developments that (at this rate) will raze and replace most of the wild beauty with pre-fab ninety-degree angle matchstick multi-use ( Read more... )

...brought back from the oblivion of sleep, I awaken with a start. Not because I was unsure where, when, or who I was, but because I didn't know if I'm sick. It's become a regular fear. Every morning, during the two-second diagnostic on bodily features, I wonder: Is this it? Another flu? This budding hypochondria is squarely the result of ( Read more... )

It's 04:00 in the morning. I'm in Omaha. I'm waiting for the rest of my work crew for an airport shuttle. As usual, I'm ten to fifteen minutes earlier than everyone else. They usually gather in the hotel lobby and I usually stand outside, taking in any available shrubbery, or facing the sun. I haven't met many other coworkers who share the ( Read more... )

Plans for a hike with J.R. were curtailed by the city's afternoon gridlock. Thankfully, living a block away from one of the largest urban parks in the country means there's ample miles of walking trails and greenspace ( Read more... )

I return to this [digital] space with an inebriated mind. Doing so might spoil something previously sacred, but even soil must be stirred to conduct a propulsive motion ( Read more... )

Today feels like a celebration of sorts, and I don't exactly know why. Maybe it's the accumulation of knowledge within my new career. Maybe it's the accumulation of sleep. Maybe it's a regaining of strength after so, so many months of muscular deterioration. Maybe it's the slight return toward textual consumption (reading) and expression ( ( Read more... )