Pacific Nights

I have come to the conclusion that I am naturally a bit morose…
I’m in one of my moods again. Spent the evening with Matt. Nice to see a member of the old company again. Very nice indeed.
I miss the old company itself, though. I think that we assessed it correctly, right in the beginning.
It will always be that moment in time that we try to recapture. The halcyon days of yore.
Our halcyon days.
We drift apart a little, then drift back together like bits of bark in a pond.
Kids playing pooh-sticks from the bridge.
We’re racing, upstream, turning back and egging each other on, trying to stay connected, then withdrawing, discontented.
Petulant,
Asking why,
Why did the sun set, why did the rain come, why don’t the stars shine.
Perhaps it’s just the way of things.
Tide in,
Tide out.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Savoring the aroma
Of things that have been.