Sometimes in the middle of the night, right before I go to bed, I sit up and think about what has just passed me. I think about the people I talked to, the things I saw, and of course, my mistakes and joys throughout the day.
It's kind of crazy because tonight, right now, in this almost-silence, something has changed. It feels unmistakably good and familiar and it speaks to a passing of time. The past week has literally flown by and all of a sudden, I've crossed over the line - the one separating the "so close and yet so far" from the "it's here and almost done." I don't know how it happened but it has and these past five days seem to have extracted themselves from the regular scheme of things, the regular schedule of my life, and dissapeared into a place I can't even remember. Somehow, somewhere, I crossed over that line. Somewhere, somehow, in those dissapeared five days I moved into the future.
Tonight I will sit, hug my knees, and listen to that movement.
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