...so many afternoons still ahead...

Standing there, waiting for the lights to change, I felt a strong sense of converging definition.
It was one of those moments which, even as experienced, is obscurely touched by the significance with which it will be invested by the future, by memory: this is how we were; this is how we spent our time, wasting whole afternoons and not caring because it was winter and there were so many afternoons still ahead.


Taken from The Colour Of Memory by Geoff Dyer