In Betweens

Darkest before dawn...
Further to fall...

Those of us living in the here and now mostly move from dusk to dawn, with nothing in between. Twilight lives of good and bad, gray areas in the photometaphoric sense. Morally questionable and generally on the middle-steps of the ladder. We never find the eye of a storm, nor the whirling, soul-killing precipice of the hurricane's teeth. If we're lucky, life is a kaleidoscope of tiny aches and brief victories. Brief lullabies and transient dirges. Those heights of ecstasy and depths of despair come only with vanishing regularity. We wake up one morning to find twenty dollars, but puncture a tire on the freeway. You get that tiny raise you wanted, but come home to an empty apartment.

In all likelihood, we will mostly dwell in the moderate and learn to appreciate little victories. And in a perfect world, we'll aspire to something greater, but find satisfaction with what we can find.