In an unlikely time of madness and chaos, life has emerged with something beautiful, a boy. Rose and I saw him today doing flips and rolls in a pool way too small. I thought about all times I have said that maybe we were happier being little astronauts floating in our first oceans. It is a good thing I can‘t remember being in there. I would have wanted only to stretch my legs. Still, when I am in a car/plane/theater/anywhere all I think about is being able to stretch out. I was wanting it for him too. Already I am trying to make things different for him. Look out, kiddo.
Then I saw the heart beating away at 140 raps a minute, about twice what it will do when he is grown. So eager, this little heart, racing away as if it has an unlimited number of beats. I loved seeing that. Even as I sense the changing cadence of my life, today I felt a new syncope: me on the toms, boy on the snare, and Rose‘s high hat sizzling among us, bringing the color.