believing that. I stand, grab my bag, turn off the lights, lock the door, walk down the hallway, wave to colleagues, exit the building.
October evening. Cool air, leaves falling. I get in my car. The same 2011 Honda, 148,000 miles. Now I drive home. Fifteen minutes. Radio on NPR. Story about education. I park. Third-floor walk-up. Same apartment. I continue reading …
