I've still lived most of my life in Maryland. But no longer half of it, as of recently. It still has almost a decade on this town, tho.
I have a lot of fondness for a lot of Maryland, things about Maryland. Yet I had a hard life there, as a soul--- in various forms, some of them overlapping, in various times and various places and stages of life, sets of companions, there. A lot is now less, like, confusing; meager; fumblingly frustrated --- except "frustrated" would imply that I had hopes that were beaten down, and it was more like having limited hopes and little sense of choice, power, I-dunno.
Maybe lotsa people look back and see how in the dark we were.
I walked around downtown today a little, just cuz it wasn't so hot, and I'd found a parking place, and why not. Art Fair is about to descend. I'm not volunteering at the chorus's booth, tho I've been tempted to give it a go again this year.
Mostly today it feels like I'm doing one foot in front of the other.
