Sickie Quickie

There was a time when nothing was ever enough, everything a prelude to the ultimate moment. This is not to say small things went unnoticed or didn't matter, indeed, they did and I was obsessed by them, but, still, only prelude. A change has occurred, maybe a combination of getting older, shedding a skin, seeing more, talking less. I spoke to good friends tonight and I am full. 48 minutes, my throat gone dry and achy, my energy sapped, chills coming on (but in a good way, you know, when you give in to them and bundle up under the covers), and the call of the Ski Valley is faint. Again, I am full - the helix of friendship and understanding, cultures mixed in the distillery - it is dark, and I can ease to bed (after a few movies ;-)). What it means is that I've always been full, and what I always did was make my cup runneth over.