One hot and humid, drizzle following summer night found me and the others malleable enough to be dull and rather disinclined to be following the same schedule that had been repetitive enough to be now called a routine. And knowing how fatal routines can get, we decided on our first group outing.This led to me, Inches, Hero and Goosander, seated intriguingly at the beverages shop I used to frequent.
There were jokes and a fair amount of teasing followed by the gleeful slurping harmony of four cold mugs being emptied vigorously, halted only by the need for oxygen. We waited for everyone to finish and one guy paid the whole bill without protest. It was a gesture of trust.
We didn’t know it then, but the evening meant more for all of us than any of us realized. It was one of the arrows strike true in the dark things and it was only when the door to the most recent past finally shut down forever, did the current reality shine through. But what of the thunderclouds?
Up next: Knowledge for power. Stay static.
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