Summer Most Heat Moon
Tonight the quiet has a slight sadness, an emptying of the home awaits only sunrise, at 
least an emptying of Jon, Ruth and Kate. The Left Behind, myself and the dogs, will have to go on after. There is, yes, a freedom, but one only good if temporary and limited. I’ll take the time to plan, work in the garden, translate, send out Missing to more agents.
These times when Kate and I are apart, caused most often by our mutual love of dogs, underline the wonder in the often fragile institution of marriage: a bond between two creates a third thing, a more than the sum, a whole greater than the parts, a love which stands with them, a support, a consolation, a joy, a silent partner.
Said another way, I’ll miss her.
