A third seems inevitable, I think. I contemplate this in the sandbox, decorating cakes. Hard to imagine what it might look like. The first floats vaguely in the mind. The second more clearly, of course. I've been to the museum. Read those books, always imagining it was quite a long time before when really, grandma was 16 years old when it started. (How many of us can name all eight great-grandparents, let alone name a single thing about them?) So this is what it feels like. I remember hearing how even in the second, it wasn't as clear-cut as you might assume with the privilege of hindsight. There may have been people, even in your own family, that thought what would now seem unthinkable things. A breeze catches my face in its hands and I think this must be one of the things the astronauts miss. What must it be like to see it all from a distance, small and vulnerable and precious and almost nothing? Will it start on a day? Is it hap...
