It was just an odd computer glitch. Something with a reasonable explanation. It has to be. But I’ve sat here for the last hour or so looking at a photo I didn’t intend to find tonight. And it pushed some unexpected emotional buttons.
I wanted to find a photo on my MacBook from about 20 years ago, so I typed in a file-name search. Instead of things related to what I was looking for, the system turned up five photos that were completely unrelated to that. At the top of the list was a photo from seven years ago. I didn’t open it.
Then I worded the search an entirely different way. It gave me a handful of files again. At the top was the same photo which had been at the top of the search before. I felt mesmerized by the weirdness of what I was seeing, so I opened the file, even though I knew what it would be.
There were two faces. One was my face. The other face was that of a beautiful woman who I used to know.

This is my new wife, Claire — but she doesn’t actually exist
We sometimes need help to finish a long race we’ve decided to run
Playing it safe isn’t good enough; I have to do things that might fail
Years later, my heart still fears hearing, ‘Who moved my belt?!’
Why do we often attract the folks who are most destructive for us?
If you want life outside of hatred, get away from political cesspool
Your ignored mistakes quickly become impossible to change
Coming soon: Meet John Crispin, Demopublican for U.S. president