有点害怕A Little Scared
天气凉了
十五度左右的适宜气温把我拉回到13年的春夏之交的晚上，相似的气温和味道，当时身处大学校园的我在做什么？八点多，自习结束了。是时候出门跑步去，刚刚减了十几公斤的我斗志满满准备在变瘦的路上继续走。没有收入和工作的压力，考研也还有半年多才需要开始准备，除了玩耍没什么事可以做。
而现在我坐在公司的卡位上，几米外刚刚刚刚晋升为奶爸的同事在谈论怎么海淘奶粉。好像抓着桌子的边缘却还是被时间拖拽着向中年飞奔而去。
时间越来越少了，抓紧一点。
The weather has turned cool.
The agreeable air, fifteen degrees or so, pulls me back to an evening at the turn of spring and summer in 2013. The same temperature, the same smell. What was I doing then, there on a university campus? A little past eight, evening self-study just over. Time to head out for a run: having just shed a dozen-odd kilograms, I was full of fight, ready to keep going down the road to getting thin. No income, no pressure from a job, and still more than half a year before the grad school exam needed any preparing for. Apart from playing, there was nothing that had to be done.
And now I sit in my cubicle at the office while, a few meters away, a colleague who has just now, just now been promoted to dad discusses how to buy formula from overseas. As if I were clutching the edge of the table and still being dragged along by time, hurtling toward middle age.
Less and less time left. Grip it a little tighter.
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