One last wander, windows and a cheesesteak. I love that time in the early evening when neon first begins to glow. No longer day, not yet night, that in between time.
At first I lived ahead of my blog, then I started writing the posts and was living behind them. Now we have caught up to each other and I'm writing them at the same time they are posting, but having already lived them. But the story isn't then, it's the combination of now and then, with a sprinkle of way before then and a dash of what may be.
Time.
I think we all know time isn't linear by now, but we can't come up with any other ideas of how to organize it. So we continue to trudge along, our souls expansive, our bodies needing to stay on the road.
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