A snippet from something long ago and far away:We looked at one another steely-eyed from across Highway 5 in the middle of California, right down the way from the gas station with the hordes of feral cats and the Dairy Queen we never seemed to make it to. You stood on one side of the road, I the other. The wind pushed your hair out of your elastic keeping it back a bit and it whipped around frenetically, as hair does on humans.You smiled that smile, the one tinged with anger, sadness, and knowing, yet fraught with hope. You stuck your thumb out at the car headed your way. It stopped. You gave me a slight smile as you got in. I had no idea where  you were headed, and I nearly collapsed there on the side of the highway sobbing because I had never shared what we shared with anyone before.

It is a brave new morning, one connected to history in heretofore undiscovered ways.