Looking back down the 22 yards...

The three sticks of wood behind and the three sticks of wood in front, standing in the middle one, quite far from me and much closer to the three sticks down lane, a white clad gentleman with a odd shaped wooden club and attired in an armor of cloth that has inside it, a myriad of interesting stuffing...

Not that I look back, when I am at the edge, it was not in-fact 22 yards, more about 21 I would say.

... 22 yards ... or about 21 yards ... the green field around me, the strip of soil in the middle, pounded down and rolled over and over ...

I need to look back or maybe I don't ...

It has been some time

Often you don't realize, but when you look into the mirror it sort of hits you... my favorite pony tail is gone so has that blue-red-yellow-gree t-shirt and also that black cap with skulls and crossbones... Looking down at the feet, you see that it is no longer the black steel toed boots... Looking closely, no more phone numbers scribbled on the palms of the hand...

Its odd how one stops noticing these things... very odd... looking into the mirror again, I see myself, with a new friend on my face - my spectacles... and an earlier friend no longer there (actually he was never on my face, he was in my hands and at times, in my fist -- my friend Jack...)

He does pay a visit once in a while though, its good seeing him...

Anyway, while there is still some sanity left, it has been some time... :-)

It has been some time...