Little. Yellow. Different.

I leave work early on Fridays during the summer. Yesterday Ian and I grabbed a quick lunch, took the train downtown, and visted the City Museum. For five hours.

I ruminated on the way home, and realized several things:

1. Ian has overcome much of his fear of heights, dark places, loud noises, and death.
2. I am more flexible than I think.
3. I am thirty-one years old, not twenty. Or six.
4. The groin muscle I injured several years ago has not completely healed.
5. I am now keeping up with Ian, not the other way ’round.