Yes sir, it wasn't but a week ago I was in Boston.
[The twilight was thickening around him, lavender like the way honeysuckle smells, the saddest scent in the world, as he looked down into his shadow there on the water's surface, the current moving but not pushing his shadow along with it two shadows hers higher and then the water was closer, swallowing him whole in its dark quiet maw with the flatirons a final comfort in his pockets. Then he remembers the bright white gaze of the hospital, the white noise lapping at him, and he was in time again.]
cw: allusion to suicide
[The twilight was thickening around him, lavender like the way honeysuckle smells, the saddest scent in the world, as he looked down into his shadow there on the water's surface, the current moving but not pushing his shadow along with it two shadows hers higher and then the water was closer, swallowing him whole in its dark quiet maw with the flatirons a final comfort in his pockets. Then he remembers the bright white gaze of the hospital, the white noise lapping at him, and he was in time again.]