Studies, relationships, vocation. You neglected big opportunities first time around. You shirked or let them slide. Played with caution more than courage. Didn’t grab the world by the balls and growl this is how it’s gonna be.

So unheroic. A tortoise not a hare. But you’ve been lucky enough for pieces to slot belatedly into place. Not a chancer but a second-chancer.

It was a thought-stream that unfurled into consciousness as you cycled the Whitchurch stretch of the trail. Sunshine and leaves and crisp early-morning riverside air.



and deserted, the playing fields

after rain

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