Hey it's me. Back again. Like one of those little kids who ring your doorbell and then run away... Only to come back later after half an hour and smile sheepishly. I know that's how it has been with me. Ringing familiar doorbells. Then running away, and then concocting smiles, sheepish or otherwise. But coming back nevertheless, almost religiously. Meandering, fumbling footsteps, finding their way to the altar.
But as I mentioned in the last post as well, some big changes have occured. Those once-in-a-lifetime kind (at least that's the premise that one continues to live with). One way tickets. You can only look back and wave your hand at your previous self. And look at the tracks you covered and the fences you have jumped over. Very interesting feelings if you actually start thinking about them.
And now that we have arrived again, that's exactly what I will do for a while...
