I hate this disconnect. It makes me feel so sad. You know the panic and helplessness you feel when you turn around and, for a moment, don’t see your child where you expect to? That’s how this disconnect is making me feel.
I went outside in the early am and I think I saw Mars. I saw the Milky Way, and I turned my head just in time to see a bright, but fleeting meteorite swoop by. And deep in the woods, a Whippoorwill mourned.
The night was lonely and the stars were numerous. And as I started back toward the house, I heard a train passing through the nearest town.
My son’s light was on in his room, shining between the shrubbery that guards his window.
And I thought about loss and the passage of time.
