The passage of time personified. A little living breathing calendar that only gets bigger. A kid that is. All up in your face they just keep growing. For me ages 22-42 were kind of a blur on the north end of the I-5 corridor a gelatinous mass of memories low level jobs housemates studio apartments and singlespeed conversions. Then a kid came along and showed me the way time passes differently. Relativity in rain boots. Look away for a day and they’ve grown some more.
I know that kid. Six years ago he was in kindergarten. Six years from now he’ll be in college
PS check out that bike