There Is A Big Confusion

But You Grab A Moment, Or You Let It Pass.

All Who Are Born Are Always Dying.

Parents Rarely Let Go Of Their Children, So Children Let Go Of Them. They Move On. They Move Away.

Learn What You Do Not Know. Understand The Consequences Of Counting The Moments.

By Now, The Morning Sun Was Just Over The Horizon And It Came At Me Like A Sidearm Pitch Between The Houses Of My Old Neighborhood. I Shielded My Eyes. This Being Early October, There Were Already Piles Of Leaves Pushed Against The Curb—more Leaves Than I Remembered From My Autumns Here—andless Open Space In The Sky. I Think What You Notice Most When You Haven’t Been Home In A While Is How Much The Trees Have Grown Around Your Memories.