I rode my bicycle today. Not a mail run. Or a trip to the market for half and half. A ride. Something I haven’t done since middle October. Something I was more scared to do with each passing three day period. But I did it.
Down the driveway. Then left. And by the time I’m across the tracks some 200 yards from here, I’m me. Again. I missed that guy. He’s been too wrapped in reminiscences and introspection to see the line. And stuck on the left side of it.
I crossed it today. Got on the right side. Looked at life outside my own. Haven’t done that lately. Not nearly enough. Must remember there’s time on both sides. I’ve spent too much of it on what was. Must spend it on what will be.
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