Turning back time

Back in the town where I was born. A weekend with family. Food and drinks and games. To top off the feeling of going back, a late-night bus ride home. I have no idea when I last rode a city bus here, but it was long ago enough that it felt deeply unfamiliar while of course also being utterly familiar.

All so familiar, yet so many things are changing. Kids and homes and deaths and diseases. All the usual facets of life, their focus and weights being slowly altered as I age along with everyone else.

Setting the clock back an hour feels welcome and appropriate. Then, we keep moving forward as usual again.

Sleep tight, Örebro. See you in the future.