STOP time STOP.
No, I don’t really mean it. Change is good; time lets us move from the bad and the boring to those moments painted in the gold light of morning. But then it hurries us on out of these, back to work and to dull hours of less-than-life.
We slowed time down a little bit last night, though. We made ourselves a memory; not a fancy one, just an amble down Clarendon Boulevard and an impromptu WOD back up Wilson.
And another memory tonight, with a good family. Friendship is sweet.
I’m a little distracted tonight. My back really hurts.