A walk on the dark side
S and I walked our dogs (well, almost all our dogs, Arlene stayed home) through the park in the dark. I haven’t ever been in that park in the dark, except to see the holiday lights. I’m still struggling to understand how people become who they are. What makes S wise beyond his years? Why do I behave like I’m 15 a lot of times? I’m not quite sure I have the answer to this because it involves giving up preconceived notions of linear time and accepting that some people don’t fit neatly into categories.
They just are.