n years to the day
It’s five years to the day since Nurri and I got off the plane in San Francisco, and began the American phase of our adventure, now ending (for her) and -ed (for me).
Seven YTTD since what will assuredly go down in the books as the least attended-to, and therefore the most notable, PDB in that document’s history (“Bin Laden Determined to Strike in US“). And sixty-three since this.
Personal markers, harbingers of far more universal loss, that loss itself. No point to the observation, really, but to stop and wonder.