It will be three years this summer being married. It has been two years since we closed on the homestead. Seamus will be two. It has been two years since our baby was born. Nice neat time lines. They help us keep track of the way life is suppose to go. Life usually isn't that way. Its been ten years coming to this point in life. Inside that ten years is a swirl of experiences meshed together with a paper mache of emotions. Its a glued collage of images, tastes, smells.
Looking forward in time we try to chose the tastes smells, and experiences we think we want to have. It had been fifteen years when Hopi, John, Ginger, and Cassius showed up at our house in Vermont. They opened the possibility that things in my past are not what I thought they were. I was sure I knew what that time in life meant. And then that security was blown out of the water. It has been fifteen years. The possibility that other friendships and relationships mean something different a looms on the horizon. A tickle of possibility, speaks to me saying, "Would you like to find out?"
What are the chances that eight people, separated by fifteen years and three thousand miles, would connect, fall madly in love with one another, and in short periods of time, let life's burdens melt away like butter in the summer? Fifteen years after being sure I would never see any of these people again, and probably never go back to where we were, the chances became reality, and for lack of a better description, we had our brains melted by Darth Vader from planet vulcan.
How long as has it been? It probably doesn't matter. Honest proof that you just never know what things will mean in the future.
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