Reblogged from Sun in Gemini:

What the hell, he muttered. And it was the equinox, after all.

He’d thought that he would give this one a miss; but then came the drive to his mother’s house and the usual time-slip as the joys and labours of caring took far more time than they should.

Sometimes, he would drive the first part of the way home to Cumbria on the A-roads, swooping over the moors with his favourite rock tunes playing, reliving his youthful days when they all used to come up here, laughing and joking in two beat up old Minis on the way to the pub.

Sometimes, he’d do it for them, just to send a flash of a loving and remembered message. He’d lost touch with most of them. He suspected a couple were dead. Life just did that – passed though at light-speed, convincing you, for a while, that you had the star role, and then dumping you, staggered and gasping for air, at some lay-by as you watched the young-bloods race past on the moorland roads over which you used to be the man.

Which is probably how he ended up, parked at forty-five degrees to the norm, looking up the little town’s welcome sign with the old beacon in the background, wondering…

Forty five degrees to the norm, he thought, looking out of the car at the crooked view. That would be a good name for a club of the old vets–those that were left. See, he thought loudly, calling them. I’ll start it off, from here, right now… Something creatively stupid, in a wonderful way, four times a year.. and today’s the Equinox!

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