Book-ends.

This body’s peace accord is almost ratified. 22 June 1994. Hill Country furnace nights. The colour of jet black. Difficult Shapes and Passive Rhythms, Some People Think It’s Fun to Entertain. The graveyard shift. The long, unknowable, insurmountable, unmarked road ahead. Seven Sports for All. The long, known, aware road behind. 8 August 2012. No More Blue Horizons. Pacific dusk at 34,000′. The colours of white and blue. Feel to Be Driven Away. What was once 12 is now 30. I defied fate. That’s good enough. Time to live. A transitional septet. Not next an octet, but a new series entirely.

Some people I knew to lead fantastic lives. This is now a fantastic life.