No response at allJuly 6, 2009
The assumptions and announcements dropped in from a distant country, so innocuous it was easy to ignore the subtext.
Out in the sun, I rolled up my sleeves to bare my shoulders, absorbed warmth against the chill. A cup of green tea, a new freckle or two, a moment to remember each mile I traveled to get here. I left any response I might have given somewhere out on the highway. In the golden light of afternoon, there was nothing to say.