Revelations

It was a humid night on the streets of Ottawa.

I wasn't sober.

I was with friends, celebrating a final night before one of us left for a time.

And I saw her. A woman I knew 14 years ago. She looked the same.

In my mind, I saw the same person I knew 14 years ago. In my drunken haze, it was my memories that flooded forward. I remembered what I missed.

Two days later I met her for coffee - she wasn't what I remembered or, frankly, all that interesting.

It is amazing what perspective does to one's mind.

I, literally, had to drink her interesting- and it wasn't even that I pretended that she was- it was that my memory of her made her interesting. It was a complete fabrication based on what I thought my memory was.

Time

We sat knowing that time was almost up.

We started by wasting it talking about nothing, and enjoying one another's company.

And then we saw that we were almost out of time.

Usually things don't stop because of a clock. Usually things stop because they end naturally. A fight. A frolick. A death.

Not because we ran out of time.