The Other Side
The vision that originated in 2022 is, I think, collapsing. It’s a blessing to have met and befriended people in my life. Yet, I didn’t realize how core of a support that vision has been. It’s going to be my first Thanksgiving without Jonathan, and technically, completely alone. How do I feel? I’m not sure.
Daylight saving ended now. Not sure if it’s my past ignorance or my recent airport dreams, I’ve easily noticed how early on the clock it gets dark. I headed home after a quick pharmacy run at 4:40 PM; the sky was already dimming; the red tail lights along with lit windows in the far-away office building became so bright, somehow making the traffic more lively. I tried to find the connection between this cluster of emotions and the dusk. Maybe the busyness I devoted myself to did not find itself much meaning. The November 2021 me was busy cooking a tomato sauce dish with shrimp and...