Floating World

I was on the way back from Burlington when the war news began to break. I had gone as Connie Meng's sidekick to the opening of O'Carolan's Farewell to Music at FlynnSpace. We sat in her car riding the Grand Isle Ferry through ice floes and dark water, listening to the calm voices say the terrible things. How many times in my life I've driven through the night, listening to war news on the radio. This war, that war, the next war... the headlights only illuminate the few yards ahead.