I had been alternately diddling inside and out, and thinking and writing about preparedness.
I came inside, sat down at my desk and refreshed American Digest.
For a split second, I did not understand. And then I typed drudge… .
I hit the top link– there were only three at the time– and looked at the pictures.
Notre Dame. In flames. I just sat there staring at the screen.
As much as I know about the brain and how as it relates to the mind, I have no explanation for why my brain singled to my tear ducts in these moments.
And then I went outside for some fresh air. Notre Dame. In Flames. Why does this affect me so? What is going on?
I don’t care about how / why it happened.
I’ve been there once, and only on the outside.
Where is that photo?
I searched the picture tub and found it.
So why does it affect me so?
Why did I weep?