Sometimes, I think about the future. Not next week future; distant future, where things have happened you can’t possibly predict now — friends you haven’t seen today for 5 years are then around all the time, or friends that today you imagine will be at your kid’s graduation ceremony are then people who send you Christmas cards from states away.

I think about what-ifs and imagine the way things will change.

Inevitably, this train of thought gets morbid. I have a good imagination, and I can put myself into these supposed situations pretty easily. I can make myself feel a shadow of the loss I might feel in the future for this or that imagined event. This usually happens late at night.

Afterwards, I crawl into bed, and I kiss my wife while she sleeps, because a lot of those thoughts were about her and me. Sometimes it feels like a whole life just isn’t enough time.

Bah.