Because it was a long day, and because I am allowing myself to make bad decisions on occasion, I had an Asahi and a handful of sour cream and onion potato chips for dinner.
This is not dinner material, I know.
But the combination of flavors and the feeling of eating a really-terrible-for-me dinner took me back to 5 years and two months ago and for a moment my heart was full of hope and excitement – or, at least, the remembered shadow thereof. I was on the crest of a wave that moved my life. I can feel that crest in my bones if I just close my eyes and focus. And then I remembered that 5 years ago this week I sold my Vespa, after taking a farewell ride, and it brought tears to my eyes.
Everything brings tears to my eyes, perhaps you know this about me.
I spent today finessing some things that are my future, and my reaction is to bury myself in the past.