In one instance everything can change. At gunpoint tonight I was calm. I felt complete. Ready and unafraid. A sense of the surreal surrounded me and time slowed to blurred words and mindful movements as I drop to the floor - face down, cash in my hand slowly going into my pocket, groceries abandoned on the counter, wondering if the milk would be too warm should this last a while. Somehow I knew it wouldn't last and surely just as quick as it came on, it went away. Others not so lucky; a woman's hair was pulled, a man standing with his child at the ATM lost everything he'd just withdrawn. Some were crying. I stood up, picked up my groceries and walked calmly to the car.

It wasn't my time. It could've been (it CAN happen just that quick). And perhaps it was the events of the week (of my life?) that left me with a sense of completion. After all, it was the New Year.

In Hany's company I lost time. In his words and insights I found insights of my own. In his comforting nature I found time to reflect and communicate. I liked what he shared and what he showed me - mirror and talisman. Muse. Our stories and kindred-ness would barely scratch the surface of what I felt. Lounging during a movie of metaphors the entire visit took on a metaphor of its own. Orpheus descending indeed is one of us - but which one? But pray take care for you will identify which of our two souls would not be saved from the fate Eurydice? The dichotomy is palpable for those involved. Its elegy unwritten.

Work has begun in earnest. Bills will be paid on time. Plans for school rumble in my gullet and faint echoes of interest vie for my time. Nothing more can the new year bring than that which is hinted of last year. Internal dialogs grow sharp and short mimicking the cold winds outside. It's snowing in the south. And walks in Kennebunkport are sunny and relaxing.

Thanks cheeky monkey. Thanks bunches. 

(hug)

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