Nine Years

Nine.  Sounds like a long time.  And it is.  Think on the events since that last trek on Signal Hill, looking out at the Atlantic and the future.  The same relatives that time has changed and made... older.  Full of new moments and experiences, and in some cases circumstances, but not different.  Combined with the eery, fleeing similarities that haunt the memories.  The Subway and the Rose and Crown.  The streets and houses and living rooms.  The laughter.  The ocean.  And the first viewing of the Matrix Reloaded, on TV again, the second film before the finale first seen on these shores:

"Because you didn't come here to make the choice, you've already made it.  You are here to understand why you made it.  I thought you'd have figured that out by now."

A terribly crazy and rewarding 14 days, with the ridicularity of the Scotch indulgence thrown in the middle like the proverbial lightning bolt.  The last two days have been devoted to restful, necessary recovery.  A rebooting of sorts.  Hard to imagine even two weeks ago, landing in the midst of the historic as you did, worked to the point of exhaustion, patience, and ability.  Topped off with the confederation foyer announcement, and Bianca's tomorrow. 

"There are some things in this world that will never change. Some things do change."

Relax and enjoy it, especially the wind and views out into the abyss tomorrow.  The holiday season is upon us, and as always the changing of the year is time to reflect - on the why, and on what's next.  Amazing how quickly the time goes, N. said tonight, I can't keep up with it anymore.  And, later, in reference to past leveeing days of her own, that those days are gone forever...  Still, there is some time left.  How may it yet be used, I (continue to) wonder.  "Let's see where this goes."

UPDATE: How could I have ever forgotten Lottie's and its white russians??  Too much.