The passage of time has been on my mind quite a bit of late. I find myself reflecting internally on the never-ceasing drum-beat of hours, minutes, days and weeks. I think it began the other day when, to my utter surprise, it turned out that the Daniel I mentioned on here a couple of days ago had in fact been to my school. He was a few years below me, but he knew many of the teachers I did. I thought his name rang a bell. All of a sudden, it felt like my old life had caught up with my new one: places and names I had left up in cheshire sixteen years ago were once again relevant, here in the metropolis. Dan knew the people and seen the sights I had seen; what once seemed distant was suddenly close again.
All this went through my mind this afternoon at powerchair football practice. I'm happy to report I seem to be slowly getting better at it. The chairs they use, specially adapted for ramming big balls around a sports hall, are as powerful as anything. Part of me wants to get one, although I daresay they would be ill suited for the long walks around the concrete suburbs I like to take. Whizzing around that sports hall, though, I felt enormous power at my fingertips, and for a couple of hours I was engrossed. My mind wandered back to school, and then university - after all, some of the drills we did were based on drills I remember watching the first team practice back in my second year.
And then it was time for home. I got back just as Lyn was heading out for a walk, so together we set off for a slow ride to Greenwich. Following my fiancee as we made our way through the darkening streets, I thought about my day, about school, about the life I had left there. About how it had seemed so distant, but had on a happenchance had become relevant again. After all, what are the chances of me meeting a fellow hebden green student down here?
Lyn lead on, up into Greenwich park. Dusk had turned to night, and there, on the very hill where time starts and ends, we beheld one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. The city lights spread out below us, stretching to the horizon; the river seemed dark and brooding, like a black ribbon snaking through the lights. Time seemed in that moment to stop. The day had been about the past, but here and now was the present. The woman I love, as beautiful as the sight before me, sat beside me. It was she who drew me out of my old world up north and into this brave new one; to this wondrous place where so many incredible things have happened these last seven years. I felt so lucky to be there next to her, looking out over our home as sun set upon the greatest city on earth.
For I am lucky. Dan and I are among the lucky few who get through a special school unscathed. We both left many more behind who were taught not to push theirselves, who were taught to just accept their supposed limitations; or who, dammit, just never lived to see adulthood. That is who I was thinking of this afternoon. Meeting Daniel had reminded me of them - the guys who never got beyond the school gate, who would never see such beautiful sights or experience the love of a beautiful woman.
[Edited 04/02/2017 at 20:33:29 - added a bit]
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