Flann O’Brien tells, in The Third Policeman, how a road differs depending on whether you are coming or going. When you are coming along it, the road can be inviting, enticingly undulating, gently pulling you towards your destination. When you are going down the same road, it can be dreary, achingly hilly, frowningly forbidding. In O’Brien’s novel, it is the road itself that changes, not the traveller, but we don’t need to stretch the metaphor quite that far.
I was, however, planning to stretch it in another direction. My yesterday was a ‘going’ day. Today has been a ‘coming’ one.
The metaphor has, of course, just nearly snapped, because days don’t run in opposite directions. Only nearly, though, not completely. My whole life recently has been a-coming, not a-going.
*Quiz question: locate this fictional unfinished tale.