For the most part, I have a nearly impossible time imagining the future. Like big-picture-future.
We talk and dream and wonder. I can open my planner and roughly imagine what the next full year will look like. But five-year plans? Ten-year plans? I am lost.
"Where do you see yourself in five years?" he asks me.
"Anywhere," I reply honestly. There are too many possibilities to lay claim to any one notion.
One year at a time, please.
Photos taken on film, back when the world was warm.