March 28
2025:
Water rushes by so fast, it’s airborne.
2026:
Thirty-eight years ago today, one of my stepdaughters is born.
Six years ago today, my father died.
Last year, after I posted an image of icy turbulence, the ice storm started.
There’s no logic to it. No explanation. Some days on the calendar are strangely more significant than others.