June 14, 2011 - 12:42
Later in the night, my sister says, cutely: "Look we're under the same moon!"
I walk outside, thru backyard, stalking circles in the middle of my street, look and look, and run further and look, but can't find the moon at all; then planes pass over our heads simultaneously. We both hear it, and we both say, "It has a red light."
I try to count blessing so that I can breathe, but everything feels so sad, everything so significant.
Today I grieve doubly, for infected love, (god save it), and the loss of a precious life who was dear to somebody I love.
