Systole and Dystole

Posted on January 9, 2007 in Life as Metaphor Reflections

From my seat in the restaurant, tail lights pressed into the darkness where their cause was taken up by headlights which came back at me. Just that steady round: no swings or episodes, no grand opera moments. Just the systole and dystole of a heart thumping to the movement of traffic. For now, my disease seems to be under control.

Goodbye 2006 with all your manias and depressions, your stalkers and your angry weirdos.