Late Night Alley Walks

Time to time...

The evening lurches on, conversations are spoken to the drunken air between people. The space this air inhabits is sometimes loud and fitful, dark, grainy, thick with sweat and multiple lives being spoken into existence. Sometimes the space between people filled with hazy talk is much quieter, brighter, more aligned by the absence of many other lives.

Eyes directed from one to the other yield a strange curiosity, memories and possibly a longing. Does one prefer the other?

Do you, an adult entering the second half of your life, daily activities affected by relentless routine necessitated by young children, do you miss the psilocybin-fueled days talking to the forest? Do you even care that those days are far off in the future, if they shall ever return? Does it even matter?

Can you, an adult entering the second half of your life, childless and yet weighed down by life and ambitions nonetheless, fully grip the positives of what children bring to your life? Do you even care that you may not be able to? Does it even matter?

Sometimes realities are shaped by things outside of our control.