Looking back on your life is like looking out of a plane taking off or touching down. Trying to make out familiar places below, or leave it behind.
Like passing through the atmosphere and trying to see outside the plane, but it’s hard to make out anything below or know when we’re going to land.
I was 25 and alone. I didn’t have a car or plans on the weekends. I got up and made coffee and went out for the day.
They said everyone needs to work from home and the vibe on my floor was a kind of evacuation mode in slow-mo.
It is way too early in this thing for me to be getting irritable with my kids while we’re stuck at home.
It was winter’s last gasp with wet snow in the lowlands and more expected in the mountain passes.
I looked up images expecting to see something from Alien.
Lily, born today and growing up in that little house in West Seattle behind the Sub Shop #9 and the corner bar we never once visited, Chuck and Sally’s.