Today felt like a brand new day. Today felt like a long time ago. Today has never happened before but is comfortably familiar. Today felt like 1995. Warm hooded sweatshirt and football on TV. Someone close to me. The room, glowing.
Today felt like possibility, today felt like change, today felt like a warm glove that hadn’t been worn before but was already molded to the contours of my hand. Today was easy, yet restless. Wanting to be somewhere, but sitting still. Today was shedding its skin.
Today was the convergence of a lifetime of separate points all coming together at the same tiny dot at the end of a sentence. Today was the first letter of the first word of the first sentence of the first paragraph in the first book ever written. Today was.
This is 2009.