Sunset in clear sky over a mall parking lot with six palms trees and three light poles in the distance.

Sure, it’s going away for a few days, and it’ll feel like longer, but it’ll be back. It’ll be something to remember somatically rather than mentally: pair the walking, the footsteps, the coffee cup with the coffee far too late in the day to do any good, and the warmth of dressing for the chilly office but now being out in public, and call it up once the clouds gather and the drops start falling from the sky and the temperature plummets.

Geography is not a cure, but sometimes it’s a necessary distraction. Call up a corner store for a story, then find yourself walking into the store to satisfy your curiosity and be thorough. Make your way back out to the main drag and catch a ride which u-turns past the last place you remember playing a live gig. Catch a lucky break with a garrulous guy to show off the city of his memories, the mind map against the actual territory, and go forward.

A two-story building at an intersection with street signs displaying different names under sunny skies

All it takes is a little tinkering at the edges of things and an absence of notice, and whoops, suddenly something is wrong, unevenly distributed, concerning enough to dial a phone number and look up Wikipedia entries to learn about. Anyone can play, on an amateur basis if need be, and anyone can get that work, alas.

A crowd gathers in an intersection during a street fair in sunny late winter weekend weather

I figured I’d hear that song because when do we gather without singing some version of it, either to each other in jest or in all seriousness and awareness of ceremony? But I hadn’t expected to hear the other song 35 years after the first time, no longer a teen but still in need of its tenor and its advice.

Chain link fencing stands next to a sidewalk over an interstate overpass facing east at sunset on a sunny day

Things are sliding, and so are some people and places. There’s no stake to jab into the ground to hold fast. This shouldn’t be more than annoying. After all, if you can control yourself, you’re ahead of the game and in better shape than others. But some days, it’s more than just annoying, and the next day can’t come soon enough to get it away. Distance is the best perspective for those things.

A bird flitting among flowers near bees in mid morning winter sunlight

A meeting, settling accounts and signing papers in person, as much seasonal as necessary thanks to technological shortcomings, followed by a light matinee and some meaningful loafing and a barrel roll through a novel just in the nick of time based on an old story made new, all too seasonally appropriate and still too soon.

I spent the day moving between buildings where people are trying to figure out to get things done, and headed home with the welcome distraction of music suggested by a coworker, and neighborhood callouts during my drive from a place that isn’t so much a building as it is an archive or a emergent space.

Partly sunny sky with dramatic clouds over a steep wet city street after late morning rain

I think I’m still young and waiting around to get old, and then the streets and the businesses tell me to get off their lawns, and my coworkers tell me what musicians they’re listening to, and I get prompts reminding me of what I was doing on such and such a day, and I hardly know what year it is and which end is up, only that I’m happy to have the city, the job, the moment and the company while it lasts.

A light blue button down collared shirt and red tie with green paisley patterns under a dark wash denim trucker jacket

Words find residence and resonance, encountered, forgotten, reminded, astounded. You can think of a hundred things that would be safer to handle with vulnerable containers like mouths, eyes and brains than arrangements of letters, sounds or phonemes, and that’s before you get into pictures.

Blue sky with gray and white clouds overhead

An all cylinder day, even with a bit of rain coming down every other half hour, and the light felt oddly flat in between either heavy cloud cover or just lost in swaths of rain drifting or hurtling down from above.