Written at 11:15 PM on 8/11:
She flung her little slobber dewed body at me, sticky fingers splayed for a whole-hearted embrace. Why this tiny soul seemed drawn to me, a rarely seen face and surely a forgotten one considering her young age, but nevertheless un expected sweetness lends itself to a positive reaction whatever the reasoning. The passage of time is firmly evident in those little ones' development, they have firm communication skills and, in the case of the older child, he can watch anything and repeat what happened, that was said, and his open opinions without taking a breath.
Traveling around in this city, the one I was born and the one I grew up in; the driving is effortless, navigation secondary, speed limits ingrained into memory as with all lights and shortcuts around them. But then, as often is the case with small cities that have a want to grow and a need to accommodate, places are added, streets rerouted, and freeways elongated so that surely known exits are now accessed in new and unfamiliar ways.
These changes can evoke a selection of emotions from interest to anxiety, the lower scale of tension form from anything unexpected where certainty has always been a guarantee. These are gradual changes though and they creep up on the residents without notice. It is only the native who have ventured away, memorized other city streets and shortcuts and have come back to reflective routes of habit - it is only us who feel the shocks of a world shift. A time lost, a "when I was a kid...". A "before that was there".
She flung her little slobber dewed body at me, sticky fingers splayed for a whole-hearted embrace. Why this tiny soul seemed drawn to me, a rarely seen face and surely a forgotten one considering her young age, but nevertheless un expected sweetness lends itself to a positive reaction whatever the reasoning. The passage of time is firmly evident in those little ones' development, they have firm communication skills and, in the case of the older child, he can watch anything and repeat what happened, that was said, and his open opinions without taking a breath.
Traveling around in this city, the one I was born and the one I grew up in; the driving is effortless, navigation secondary, speed limits ingrained into memory as with all lights and shortcuts around them. But then, as often is the case with small cities that have a want to grow and a need to accommodate, places are added, streets rerouted, and freeways elongated so that surely known exits are now accessed in new and unfamiliar ways.
These changes can evoke a selection of emotions from interest to anxiety, the lower scale of tension form from anything unexpected where certainty has always been a guarantee. These are gradual changes though and they creep up on the residents without notice. It is only the native who have ventured away, memorized other city streets and shortcuts and have come back to reflective routes of habit - it is only us who feel the shocks of a world shift. A time lost, a "when I was a kid...". A "before that was there".
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