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Late at night, when the house was silent but for the sound of the air coming through the vents, he'd wonder how the past had led him to where he was.

The lure of the screen kept him seated.

The 500th post, and he'd been just then ready to just walk away.

He suddenly saw what his youth would have been like had the Internet existed then; it scared him, frankly.

Certain of nothing, he faced the eastern sky, wide and tall.

Somewhat self-imposed, the hiatus away from the Internet has reminded him that the world was not just bits and bytes with light and dark on the screen; he wanted to swing a hammer and not be tied to a keyboard.

The water, still and silent, reflects the winter sky; boats rest quietly at anchor.

The dark sky was alive with the sparkle of white lights outlining the distant horizon.

He felt overcome and powerless when he couldn't find his keys and access passes for work; without them, he was no one.

Sunday evening and he felt the world of possibilities laid out in the week at his feet; Friday might find him beaten down, but from Sunday's vantage, hope and optimism formed the horizon.

When he didn't try to think, he found that life ran more than smooth, a ribbon stretching into the unseen distance.

He felt the rush of a fruitful day.

In a world of quiet desperation, each of us goes through life a stranger to family and neighbors, a passage of time unmarked by celebration.

He felt as if would live forever, decades like months, life spinning toward him.

He found himself staying up later and later, his body aching and requesting slumber under the night sky.

He knew the hours of darkness would lull him to a sense of security and peace.

Home was comfortable, a welcome place or respite in the midst of turmoil and winds.

He seemed to thrive and yet he felt empty inside, a sense of purpose lost like a leaf on the breeze, browned and brittled and blow along the alley, unseen and unnoticed in the grander schema.

The evening no longer held the same appeal as it did two or three decades before; he felt the night in his legs earlier and earlier with each passing year.

He slept with the window open, autumn rain providing the music for slumber.

The night sounds drifted through the open window, and he realized that autumn was upon him, a cool, cricket-filled darkness encompassing all beyond the glass.

He was pretty certain that things were always more complicated than they appeared from a distance.

He would drift back, his eyes closed, to moments not forgotten, a yearning welling like a moving storm, wind tight against him.

He watched the water shimmer in the morning light and felt the soft touch of life upon his cheek.

Wonderful world
Originally uploaded by Tin Green

He was awestruck that time went forever and he was but a fleck of dust, a flicker not even caught in the sun's light.

A heavy weight in my arms is welcome.

Like water flowing over the lip of a sink, he spun down and and away, following the path of perfection laid out in front of him.

As a Scurry, I'm in hurry; let's play.

Chewbacca, or whatever his name is.
Originally uploaded by Tidewater Muse

He thought, for sure, the world is a wondrous place that can't be matched in any imagination.

Full of anticipation, he looked forward, the future not muddled with the clouds of what could be, but clear with what would be, a time of his own making.

It was a wonder, and yet he never once thought about it; it made him feel young.

Akenham
Originally uploaded by Simon_K

Nothing but a numbness, spreading, that made him aware, the colors washing over them in the light of the setting sun, orange bursting from across the way.

reeds
Originally uploaded by buzzhayes

With trembling hands, he parted the long stems, curious at what he'd see, but also filled with fear and wondering.

Overwhelmed, he thought of the possibility of an unlimited number of worlds, each created from a moment of decision made in haste.

Lavender Sunset Surprise
Originally uploaded by Fort Photo

While the smell of the Chesapeake tickled his nose, he wished for prairie and the scent of the heartland.

He was amazed how money slipped so quickly from his grasp.

"Remind me," he said, "why things aren't the way they were supposed to be?"

While wanting all voices to be heard, he knew that some voices would drown out the others.

Trapped, he saw the world spin, a flurry of light and dark and muted colors.

He'd been bit by too many parents who'd thought their own children were perfect.

He was certain parent/teacher conferences were not the preferred method for sobering up.

The slips of paper dropped from his hand as he realized once again he had not won the lottery; he was thankful the stones were smooth.

He thought about missed opportunities, realizing that every missed opportunity presented another for the taking.

Without thinking, he stepped off the curb and into the swirl of traffic, a river of metal and humanity moving without pause.