Years...

Someone found me online today to say "thank you." He'd read something I wrote about Oscar Grant's death years ago, that impacted him still. Apparently he thinks about it all the time. Currently riding in the backseat of a rented Dodge Durango, crossing the Mississippi river en route to North Carolina for my first niece's college graduation. The one I watched be born into this world is now grown and graduating. The last time I posted here, I'd freshly arrived in Lafayette, Louisiana. Eyes wide with possibility. The food was good, and for a while, I fell in love. Now I deal in disaster for a living, versus just recreationally. Looking back on lost posts is sending me. Such specific moments, filling the frame at the time, appear like distant stars light years away, the light of a long ago exploded star just now reaching the eye. The youngest niece, in the final stages of preteen, has fallen asleep on my lap. Only twice have I verbally expressed concern for Ole Miss one time. The sun is shining, still hurling through space down the drain of a cosmic flush, dragging Earth with it. We have spun around it many times now. The motion sickness is barely noticeable anymore. Time is a location marker in space. I'm grateful for the plots on this chart.