So many pressures from so many fronts lately, and I forgot about this, this thing I saw.
I'm not sure why I…
So I was toddling off to get shots of our imaging magnets, which aren't interesting since they resemble, mostly, plastic-wrapped donuts large enough to drive a bike through.
But our campus is sprawled, and I had to cross surface streets to get to my…
I wasn't sure I was right when I saw them. It seemed … either improbable, or… Here? In this town? Really?
As I walked along and they walked along, here in the middle of our small town, I saw it was true.
They were in their late teens, or early twenties, and they were walking along, and I nodded at them as they passed.
Two boys, holding hands.
I paused for a moment and stared after them, my Nikon D50 in my hand.
You'd have to know the town to know why I was paralyzed.
For a moment, for just a moment, as the lovers passed me, I knew I was not alone.
But … that used to be me. Holding hands with my boyfriend, walking down the street, certain and immortal.
Where did it go? That confrontational, fearless flame?

