Being at “At”

09/07/08

Most of my life seems to be going, waiting, or wanting to go someplace or goal. There never seems to be any “ats”. I now find myself at an “At”.

“At” is rare. It is when the “tos” and “fros” of life are at the periphery. The “tos” and “fros” are out there, but not pressing, somehow vague and vaporous, almost dream-like. “At” is not a state I anticipated. It just happened. How long it lasts, I have no idea, but “At” is nice.