I want to feel again the length of days. I would rush to the screened window to see which relative was coming down the dirt road, but I knew from the sound of the vehicle. Their passing was a break from the boredom I sometimes felt growing up, as the sight of my family meant that something was going on and I might get to go. So, I’d press my face against the mesh, that metallic smell mingling with the natural air, and wave from my darkened window, the window AC unit humming. Maybe they’d see me and wave back. Maybe there would be a phone call probing what everyone was doing and seeing if we all wanted to get together.
Well said, Seth. Thank you for the reminder to be present in our real lives.
Thank you. Happy New Year!