Watching the World Go By

Sea change. The waves rush and break themselves upon the shore with an expected regularity. Because that is simply what waves do. I, on the other hand, have been going against the current like a madman. And what makes it even more lamentable is that I have more than enough sense to choose not to. The winds are shifting and I must chart my direction correspondingly. Eleven years are enough, there’s no point waiting for the next sixteen.