Why does it affect me so?

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?

Kat & Marg feeding the Notre Dame sparrows in 2000

I searched the picture tub and found it.

So why does it affect me so?

Why did I weep?

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