Something sweeps through you. It feels like the wave of force that came down from the north, and which you shunted away, on that day the world changed. Or maybe like the way you felt when you walked into the house after a tiring day and saw your boy lying on the floor. A waft of potential, passing on unutilized. The brush of something intangible but meaningful, there and gone, as shocking by its absence as its existence in the first place.🏁

Something sweeps through you. It feels like the wave of force that came down from the north, and which you shunted away, on that day the world changed. Or maybe like the way you felt when you walked into the house after a tiring day and saw your boy lying on the floor. A waft of potential, passing on unutilized. The brush of something intangible but meaningful, there and gone, as shocking by its absence as its existence in the first place.🏁