The
month of May has come and gone. What looked like a long time in the
future, time enough at last to accomplish many things, is now the
past.
May lasted as long as it should have, from a calendar
sense of time, but it appeared to speed by, defying my wish that it
linger and allow me to embrace the boundless possibilities that existed.
Decommissioning
the plant was in front of us; now it is almost completely behind us. I
wanted more time to absorb those subtle images that will frame my
memories, allowing them to linger in my mind. Instead I find myself
fussing over the past and the future, pressing myself toward reality by
concentrating only on the present, wondering what will be next.
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