Thursday,

It was one of those foggy gloomy like mornings this morning, where the moisture seems to clutch to you, grasping anything it can. Sticking to the car as if to say ‘don’t move, I got you!’  I almost pulled over a took a picture (I should have, looking back) of a huge tree, mondain most mornings, but this morning only having its top most branches pierce the morning soup, illuminated by a faint deadened gold trying cast the dark out. I think I’ll throw a camera in the passenger seat just in case! Yes, cameras are still a thing. I’ve never become a devotee of the phone camera, there is something to temporal about the pictures it takes. When using a real camera I feel compelled pour into the photos more, appreciate the color, the light, the composure. The art of it, the physicality seems more when produced from a purpose built machine.

Thursday, we are no longer living the between years. I can’t say much for having lived the exciting times, or made majestic memories. I have good memories of lots of things, and plenty of regrets along the way. I wonder what kind of person I could have become if I took some different directions. I indulged in the frivolous; smoked the squares, drank too much of the alcoholic beverages. I’m not sure when the between years started, or when they stopped, if they have, but I think some amends can be made at the least.

I’ve thankfully put most of my bad habits behind me, hopefully for go. Somedays are harder than others, the ease to just drink feelings away, or smoke to dull everything can be tempting. I’ve picked up biking though, like gravel/X-country type biking; it demands a level of fitness that I have yet to achieve. A lot of the old urges have died down more with this goal in mind, might even pick up running again!?!?!

I wonder what the between could have been like if we were the friends at minimum we claim to be? I miss our childhood city too sometimes. I’m heading there in about a months time. Seems like it might be a fine time to reminisce. Later!

D.M.