The cars on the highway line up. They tend to get stuck heading south, while those heading north only create their own issues.

It’s all the same, but so am I, so who am I to say?

Anything.

How and why to fill the time is the mantra for the moment. The refrain and phrase that calls out, as if an answer to it would make…

Well, that’s just it, isn’t it?

An answer to the how and why to fill the time would solve the previous feeling, the feelings that something else could be happening. Something could be happening right now, in this moment and instead…

You’re missing it.

It hasn’t passed you by. That’s for certain. There’s too much to declare that, but is it just that you’re back to when you had time. When time was a revelation that someone was worried about it.

It’s the innocence and ignorance of youth.

A time when I didn’t have these complaints, if one could even call them as strongly as that. It’s more a time before when there was always something to do during any time that was free to fill.

There was something, but more importantly, there were someones.

In my youth, there were always someones. Someone else. Someone’s friend that now is your friend. Someone’s roommate who you’re now living with.

The variety of someones varies depending on your personality. I was outgoing enough that the list was long and colorful, both with color and language and the differences and similarities alike as I skipped and pranced between the trees and groves alike.

Is the longing coming from a familiarity with motion? In my youth, I played in the parks and in the street, practicing my left-handed dribble to improve a potential crossover. I modeled my game after Anthony Mason, a Knick of much renown to a generation that recalls a rougher version of the Association.

On the basketball court, I attempted to play a point forward position; searching for passing lanes at the top of the key, then crashing down hard in the paint for any true chance of scoring.

My post game was solid, but it was more determined by my bulk and finding proper positioning to get close enough for something simple. I worked on a simple baseline jumper, one I was rarely brave enough to attempt in any game.

It was pickup, so of course I shot from deep. But I was more likely to drive and kick to a shooter in the corner. For about 3-4 years, there was one in particular that curled and shot with a high arc. One that found the bottom of the net more often than not.

It was active all over and while the variety was what it was, I realize now it was my journeys to all of them and a willingness to walk wherever that interestingly enough, opened doors.

I mean, it’s hard to turn someone away when they’re on your front stoop.

But that was decades ago…

In the mornings, I argue with myself to get out of bed. Arguing leading to encouragement and other motivational adjectives, all to encourage the taking of medicine and the medication for a longer life.

When I run, I’m able to get lost in my head and ignore the physical pain, however small, from each step. Maybe it’s the actual movement, the progression on pavement that I truly prefer over the safety and control of the treadmill.

Whichever it is, I’m dedicated to it. I’d love to say it’s with a passion, but there’s no need for fibs amongst friends. And while the steps have returned, it’s the friends that have not.

It’s not easy to make friends as an adult. That’s why there’s always a market for locations where adults can safely gather. It’s easy with a bar, but to find something without alcohol, without any potential barriers except someone not trying to have fun.

That’s what we’re all looking for in the end, isn’t it? That if we’re going to be doing something, it should be fun.

If I’m going to have to work for a living, it should be something I find fun and enjoyable. Let’s have fun tonight!

Maybe that’s what it is. With daylight savings shifting my observation of the sun over the weekend, am I longing for the light? Is my emotions and mindset scattered due to a time change?

Likely not, but while the question was never answered, Father Time waits for no one and remains undefeated.