Coming back is always a pensive affair. I feel a sense of loss.

Life is fast. We are so comfortable with the blur of speed that when we stop for a moment clear vision seems to us distorted: surprise trips to the emergency room, little betrayals we failed to anticipate, moving on after a struggle, holding a newborn baby, stories that move us to tears, annual events and landmarks that remind us that we are slowly dying. It is in these moments that we feel the force of life’s tow and we want to change ourselves with equal haste: to be a better friend, to find more love, to defeat a bad habit, to do something that people will remember, to be a good person, to really appreciate life.

We’re getting older now. We’re caught in the tide.

When you have nothing you can feel the excitement of possibility. When you have something you clutch and feel the anxiety that precedes loss.

We want so much but are allowed only a sliver.