May 5, 2009
I tried to walk backwards to work this morning. The sun was rising behind me, casting purple ribbons across the sky, and I wanted to watch in awe and wonder at all over which I have no control. That sun will rise whether I take the time to see it or not. I tried to walk backwards to work this morning, and I suspect—knowing me—that I will try to walk backwards home tonight as well ... backwards to watch the sun disappear and then sideways, forward to locate the man in the moon who will light my way.