January 1

At some point, walking along the snow-flocked train tracks in the winter evening’s half-light, I became aware.

By this I mean: All that I was was now. I had no past to dwell within, chiding myself, steeped in regrets. I had no future lingering in the wings like a Dickens villain, ready to set me to denser tasks.

I had no recollection of where I was going. I had no recollection of where I had been.

At that moment, I was at peace, and so I let that moment become my entirety.

And then it was gone, and I walked onward.

— ptkh 010114

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