Sunday

We could have lived anywhere but we didn't; we lived here, right where we were living.

We had time to change but there was so much about the past we couldn't have known about until it became the past that we kept living the way we were living.

To keep living the way we were living it seemed necessary for us to believe we were living in the present; but when we actually looked at what we were seeing we could see that the present was an impossible place to live in without the idea of a future.

Some of us found a place to sit on Ocean Beach, some moved to Ukiah, some took a long drive down the coast to see the Frank Gehry building everyone was talking about.

At some point it became Sunday, as it always does, a day that always seems far away from the way we are living until it becomes the day that's right in front of us, the one day that would always be the same wherever we are, whatever we're doing, however we think about the past, present, and future.