the same wave of cars passing in the night, that hasn’t changed. the coming from and going to. but as we get older, maybe we care a little less. i always find myself becoming aware of a party i missed, or a birthday of a not too close friend i didn’t acknowledge with a many happy returns of the day. but why didn’t i save the date. what was i doing that i dropped the ball on this one. i was living my life. the shows i missed and the street festivals that have come and gone and the numbers given shyly smiling written down that i’ll never call don’t bother me anymore. and the coming and the going stay the same. and i’m not missing a thing.