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Birds of a Feather

Birds of a Feather

Birds of a Feather

“What time is it,” Joe asked.

“Now,” Jack responded. Jack had no need for time. He had abandoned his watch along with his calendar and any other methods that attempted to measure the immeasurable. Now is a long time. It is infinite. And because Jack lived there, in the “now”, he no longer needed to keep track of the trivialities of time.

“Oh come off it man, don’t give me that Yoga shit right now! I need to know what time it is. I’m late!”

Joe was a traveler, but not the kind that took a plane from country to country. Instead he hopped back and forth between the past and future, seldomly stopping in the present for longer than a warm cup of tea. And though they had clearly taken different paths in life, Jack and Joe had been friends since they were young boys. There was a closeness that kept them together, a closeness like birds of the same feather.

Jack smiled mischievously. “It’s 8:37 a.m., to be exact, and you are on the planet we refer to as Earth in the city with the given name San Diego. By the way, did you know that your shirt is inside out?”

Come on Jack! I haven’t even had my coffee yet! Please leave your hippie commentary to yourself, oh and thanks for telling me about my shirt! Did you get it?” he asked, turning his shirt right side out in record breaking time.

“What?” Jack responded with a smile as he pulled the velvet box from his shirt pocket.

“You suck dude! How can you be so calm all the time?”

Stepping through the door with his coffee in hand and hollered over his shoulder, “Don’t be late man, this is really important to me.”

“Have a mindful day Joe and may the force be with you.”

“You get weirder by the day man.”

Joe headed for the chapel at a half walk run.

He knew that Jack would tell him to breathe. He heard his voice whisper in the back of his mind, “You do not need to race, she will be there, she will wait. There is no such thing as late.”

With that thought he took a deep breath and made his first conscious step toward the rest of his life.