a year of silence

4/15/14

  Sometimes an intimate discussion amongst a small group of friends can take on a frenetic pace all it's own. Like an errant passenger bus that suddenly takes a different route. Ignoring the usual stops, in search of a new destination, the conversation rolls faster and faster. To interrupt the pace by ponderously mouthing ideas or by attempting to feverishly write responses, would be asking the bus to pull over so you can kick the tires.
  So i settle for looking out my window, watching as each tantalizing context flies by.