Shannie @ 15
I refolded the letter, placed it back in the envelope and stuffed the envelope back in my pocket. I marveled at Shannie's self-expectations and couldn't help drawing comparisons to my own. I glanced over the city in thought. Approaching my own thirtieth birthday, maybe it's a good thing I'm not the man I'd thought I'd be. If I was, I know I wouldn't be here. I'm happy here. Standing, taking a moment to enjoy the snow-covered beauty about me, I chuckled at the thought that maybe Diane's pompous colleague was onto something; maybe it's a good thing that in such a presumptuous world irony is alive and well.
The End