10 Meters Per Second Square.

Waited. Through. Weights.

The heaviness, and even, "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" by Milan Kundera.

Trudged the Shameless One.

It takes 4 months to realize that four months has gone by, but only a few moments for the gravity to take its toll.

10 Meters Per Second Square.

To be exact.

However, the gravity of physics, although very similar in principle, is not the same as the gravity of time passing. What equation can one conjure to summarize the speed, the depth, the weight, the change that occurs in 4 months? A semester of university, and if you're in Texas, a cluster-f of a weather season.

It begins, let's say, August-ish, and comes full circle as I'm writing this blog. Suddenly, I feel the weight. 4 months hitting you in a blaze of memories and reflections is a lot heavier than enduring 4 months of memories made.

4 months of gravity to the reality power is a rush of nostalgic euphoria.

The people I've encountered, and the ones I've avoided. Laughing at the Lounge of University only to be humbled on bending knees in repentance a day later. The friend's list on Facebook grows like a chia pet, and Wonder Woman wonders when she'll be appear in a Vagabond blog. Tree Hill. Huey Coon. The Governor. Heir Doctura. Aladdin. Hurricane Earl. La Saudi Petit. And whoever else left their fingerprints on the glass holding my sands of time.

The Father sees the sands running out. He turns the hourglass over.

...ssssssssssssssssss.

What day is it? Christmas is soon right? I know it's December because there's no class Monday, not because of sleigh bells ringing. It all means that I have time.

Time to take time to use time.

A blog here. A song there. A reunion dinner. A samba night. A church service. Christmas. New Year.

Eventually the restlessness that comes with being a Shameless Vagabond will set in, and it's just in sync.

The Father sees the sands running out. He turns the hourglass over.

...ssssssssssssssssss.