Two grown men,
with beards in need urgent trimming and a friendship going back someway, meet
after a long time and are catching up over coffee. The talk turns to their kids
and after going around for a while finds its groove in the extremely intricate
art of preparing them for school every morning, and the multifarious forms this
seemingly innocuous task can take. Understanding the relativity of time, it
turns out, does not need mastery over complicated mathematical
equations. "Those fifteen minutes" are enough to understand all
that is needed to be understood on the topic.
"and then
there are days", says one of them, "when he just does it all by
himself. It is hard to believe that it can be really so simple". The
other concurs, the two friends encountering a brief plane of intersection in
their separate lives, and lets his words diffuse slowly into the silence
"these days are heaven".
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