An old supposed-to-be-buried dread is paying an unwelcomed visit. How to describe this - weight on chest, weary shoulders, eyes ready to flood with the soonest prompting of a Damien Rice song, lip biting, wonder, regret, bitterness, wonder, anger, wonder (sigh), forgiveness, uncertainty, lack of trust ...wonder.

Wonder at the passage of time, regret for lost time.

Pieces of unaswered questions making their way to the surface. They're certainly not pretty but I had to see them, commune with them, shout expletives at them, cry with them, meditate with them, send them on their way. I know what to keep and what to discard, what to hold near my bosom, what to spit out.

To those who came on time (and those about to come), thank you.