I saw my past in the park today between the lilacs and the evergreens strolling on the lane in the evening glow- I on the north loop around the lagoon, a weekly walk or two to stay in shape. I almost didn't see it, or him me so focused I on my walking breaths and my past on - well, I couldn't say. We stopped and double-checked with stares, my hands too sweaty for a proper shake. "I did not think to see you here." I hope I did not sound chagrined. "I come and go," was all he said, yet did not move, but stood as if the standing - just there - might do some good. I had no invitation left to give, so said, "you're looking rather pale, you know." "Truth be told," my past replied - it might have winked, twas hard to tell in the fading light - "I've been away, a vacation roundabout." "Ah, that explains the bumps and bruises." "Yes, one gets tossed on these ocean cruises. It was depressing for a while, at sea; we wandered aimless where we'd been, the captain lost the compass or the stars - or so I thought - but one hope steered me on and here I am - an unexpected place." "Well, there you are, but I must walk, my health, my breath - thanks for the talk" - and then, I had to ask, although I knew: "That hope?" "Some day, I would be you."
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