Hurtling north on 417; the colors of the sunset washing my car a lurid pink. Deepening gray through my windshield, splotches of fading sun in my rearview mirror. Remnants of a day mixing with tendrils of darkness in the corner of my eye, and I steal glances for as long as I dare before I must return my sight to the road, the beams of my headlights just starting to become visible on the asphalt as night overtakes the day.
Archive | March, 2010
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31 MarSalaams everyone, apologies for the abrupt and lengthy hiatus. I’ve been yearning to post for days now but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I guess its just like ripping off a band-aid. rippppp. Here I go!
I suppose you could say I experienced a crisis of purpose. Things seemed to be going well on paper, but truthfully I wasn’t happy with the direction my life was going on…and I guess things came to a head.
Also, shamelessly posting to at least get one post in March. *shrugs*