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.

A muse is a crutch for an artist, but some need a crutch to walk
Emotions such as fear, anger cause distraction, make focus difficult
Need for certainty is an internal tyranny that leads to the wrong path
ObamaCare must fail in long term, but conservatives can’t stop it now
Illegal business: City ‘protects’ public from popular ‘juke joint’
Each loss makes me feel grateful for the irreplaceable ones I love