Currents

"Let me correct this," the boy said his son.

"There have been mistakes made."

The outside was bright and blue. The temperature that of which chilled you if in the current of its shadows.

It had been raining for three days straight.

Those around him talked about volunteering, introducing so-and-so as their roommate.

The boy looked at his son with passion. He loved him very much.

The baby had tussled, stringy hair. It reminded him of his grandfather's.

It was brighter outside than he could remember.

"Something you will learn is that time is a piece of cake. but it is that sloughing of the wait which hurts the most."

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In that moment he realized what he had in front of him. It was his moment.

He looked outside and dreamed of that current.

"Life is good, man."