The dusty caboose of my fourth decade lumbers closer, closer. Hobo instincts flutter. Pack light. Jog alongside. Jump aboard. Stow away. Still. Stillness in motion. I resist; the urge subsides. The caboose rumbles past. Silence. Solitude. (... from Midlife Crisis Averted Postponed. 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) ...