Possibilities

It's quite possible, actually, that we don't understand each other at all, that the sentences we hurl like javelins at each other miss their mark completely and come apart in a flurry of mistimed, misused words. It's possible also that the conversations were built on misunderstanding and so began to fall apart, like all formations without foundations, an unfinished work erected on dangerous ground. But times have changed and possibly I have changed. I am no longer willing to pull in one direction and trust that you will pull in the other, to keep whatever has been built in balance. It is possible that planting one's feet firmly, that standing one's ground, that being down-to-earth have become cliches. It is possible to step away, to walk off and let the towers lose their balance and crash mightily to pieces, because the persistence of gravity will be the only force left when I let go.

What a day

Sometimes life just conspires in little ways to make you ridiculously happy, a kind of happiness that comes not with the calm satisfaction at what life gives you, but the sort of delirium when life gives you exactly what you want.