how did we end up here?
wait, you may have your answers. i do not. therefore, let's rephrase: how did i end up here? what path did i take? was i aware of all the turns and curves of the way i took along? did i just pass things by and forgot to look into the fleeting moments of- glimpse of the blackbird flying through the thin branches of winter rockies, the final momentum of the melted-ice water as it detaches from the ice chunk, what about times and recollections? the times that i have shared with people who i thought i would know forever, and am surprised to find them popping into my thoughts at present? would they still be there awhile from now, just to be dusted and awaken? the way their shadows lengthened, until it all looks silly and distorted, taking its time, one degree, one minute at a time under the leisurely paced sun into a prolonged, reluctant summer sundown in all shades of gold and bronze? a chance, or more likely, chances which evaporated (very slow process) right behind my back, and i was...