And that past stretches out behind you…

As I get older, the past stretches out behind me in a longer and longer line, and sometimes I notice how much heavier it’s getting. I look at the road I’ve come down and get dizzy from how many twists and turns it seems to have, how far back into the mist it seems to go, and then I think, “Hey, where are my pants?”

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