Wednesday, July 30, 2025

The rain, even, reminds me






There is nothing but the past available tonight. It's everywhere I look. The rain, even, reminds me. It's falling everywhere and from all sides. We are in the swamp of summer here in Charlotte. In the mornings I go for bike rides, just like I used to do. That, of course, reminds me of my age even as it is making me feel marginally younger. It feels like I'm breathing moisture, even at sunrise. I go blind from the salt that pours across my eyes. Perhaps I've seen everything that I want to see. 


Before life takes it all, it takes everything over time. 
I recall: "At 50 everybody has the face they deserve." 
 
I hope that I don't look surprised.