The Symphony of Science

Everything happened.

The graduate school? I got it. The teaching position? Mine. The thesis? Started... at least. The friends? They're everywhere. They're endless. The other thing?

Well, almost everything. And "almost everything" is more than I ever could have wanted.

And everything inside of me is screaming with a wild, painful, ecstatic abandon that I cannot satiate.

I saw the mountains for the first time in my adult life last weekend. The snow in Denver kept us away the day we planned to explore the mountain sites. Later, I looked at the peaks as the white, Dodge Avenger dragged me away down the interstate, back East. A few tears came, some because I missed them, some because I'm afraid I was supposed to miss them. I'm not sure my delicate heart could take their beauty, their awe. Perhaps seeing them up close would somehow damage my affection, my passion for Nebraska. Its billowing dunes, its endless hills, they make me ravenous for the cornfields of my youth.

St. Jude, patron saint of lost causes, pray for me