Time To Go Back

Fifty-five years ago, I boarded a train that would take me away from home. Backpack slung over my shoulder, suitcase trundling behind, I was off to university. Now it was time to return.

Taking a window seat, I watched the countryside slip by. Quickly becoming a blur, it reminded me of the speed reading technique I had adopted while scanning academic articles on theoretical physics. One came to mind where the author professed time travel to be possible. I showed him. My eloquent math equations put such nonsense to rest.

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Dog Walking

Neither snow nor rain, heat or cold,
will stop my dog from being bold.

Each day a walk he does require.
Even though I may desire

to stay at home and rest my limbs.
He waits patiently until his walk begins.