Humans plan and anticipate the future. The wave of family meetings, church services, parties, and family reunions is coming.
Before a tsunami, the ocean retreats from the shore. The ignorant marvel at the expanse of sand, running towards the ocean. The scared freeze, warily eyeing the beach, calling friends, and taking photos.
The smart ones run, knowing they are about to be overwhelmed.
When my grandmother died, I didn’t cry. I couldn’t cry. The water was nowhere to be seen, and the bright sun shone again—there was no more pain.
I can hear a great wave in the distance. It’s getting closer.
