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December 14, 1997

I apologize. For the past month, I neglected to archive one of my old Scribbles -- a part 2 of Internet Gifts. It's up now, in case any of you want to re-read it. (Eh.)

Winter's coming. Actually, some would claim it's already here. (Heard about the freak snow fall in Mexico? Yup, that's the one.) But along with it comes.. what I call "the season". 'Rounds up Christmas, New Years, Hanukkah and all that. It isn't so much the shopping (Yeeks, I haven't started!), or the decorations, or those little infomercials that wish everyone a happy New Years. Dare I say, there's .."something in the air"? :-)

This season has been unique for me. For some reason, I've been getting contacts from old acquaintances. ..And it feels appropriate, in time with Christmas and all.

Makes me also reflect, with a myriad of feelings, who ends up sticking with you .. and who end ups popping later on in life..and who fades away from your sight. Not everyone we meet will always stay with us. Sometimes I catch myself thinking what an old friend would be doing now. Whether he's happy, whether she's married, whether if she's a mom now, or he, a father.. or whether he's still doing that crazy thang. And, more often than most, I wish them well.

And then I look at the people I know now.. and wonder whether in a year's time, will we still be together? Or will we have turned our backs to each other?

Maybe that's not the important thing. The important thing might be that there was time spent together.. and that will always be a part of my past. And my past makes me.

For inevitably, in the next year, there will be people who will drift away, and there will be new people who'll drift towards me. And maybe, there will be people who'll drift back.

I guess the important thing is when you're together. 'Course, who says you can't drop a line to an old acquaintance.. and get back together again. Open new doors, for in reality, you muse backwards, but can only walk forwards.. and maybe behind those doors will be new times spent together.

"I've gone off on a tangent."

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