Pictures in the mail.

Got an envelope from an old friend of mine.

One of the few that I grew up with who is still alive, sober, and not incarcerated.

Told a little about his new life and success.

Sent me pictures of his wife, and himself and his young son.

I find myself thinking of the ten years or so that have passed since I last saw this man, and suddenly I realize that I have no pictures to send back.

I just kept putting one foot in front of the other, never realizing that I wasn't going anywhere.

Isn't that odd?