May 27, 2006

• The Cusp and Tail End

   

  I remember being on the cusp of my life, my cousin driving
  across some bay in Miami
  while I rode shotgun.  These were the
  years of Miami Vice and being there with an entire lifetime ahead of me felt
  overwhelming and exhilarating.  The humid
  Miami air blew
  in my hair as I stared at the reflected lights and my rapidly moving image in
  the water while I sorted through the visions of my future.

  Years have come and gone since then.

  Tonight Deb drove the Thunderbird through the Indiana countryside as
  we made our way home from a pre Indy 500 party. 
  I stared out the window as the wind blew through my hair.  I looked at cornfields and silos and empty
  space and my thoughts drifted back to those days in Miami and I wondered if I’d made it . . . if
  this is the life I was shooting for.

  I think it was.  I
  think I hit the mark.

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