So turns the wheel

I stood and bade my farewells to the few that saw me through the year and a half. All juggling work and classes, some with families to feed, one with a baby on the way, all striving for something greater, all fighters in their own right. We shared our frustrations and worries, and if we were feeling particularly generous, a mention of our personal lives in passing. Only skimming the surface, we were comfortable acquaintances out of circumstance, and then some. As pleasantries drew to a close and awkward silence loomed, I shook their hands, smiled, turned round, walked and didn't look back. Perhaps we'll meet again, perhaps not, but if we do, it will be like the summer of 2007, it will be only in passing.