I wrote this on the Fall Equinox to celebrate my tradition of not shaving for the seasons of astronomical Fall and Winter.
Tag: time
Big picture, lying in bed.
The older I get, the more it all seems like a collection of strobe-lit moments. Do you know what I mean?
A meditation on the passage of a lifetime, witnessing each other, and hearing our own internal witness.
For Tom and Leela. Their loss was way bigger than mine that day.
Names, places (Fall Creek, Ithaca, New York in particular), and the flow of this whole story.
