“ I can write all the way through the morning, when my mind is clear, and there are no distractions. ”
We were like wanderers in a desert, blessed with a rare downpour, but unable to store the rain.
~ Karen Thompson Walker
But the past is long, and the future is short.
This was the first time I noticed it, the inevitable space between father and man.
It requires a certain kind of bravery, I suppose, to choose the status quo. There's a certain boldness to inaction.