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.

I feel anger toward those who casually resent life I wish I had
Local politics isn’t a Frank Capra movie; it’s every man for himself
Life’s path can change direction when you’re ready for real love
Thirst for love and understanding drives all of us until it’s quenched
Regardless of political beliefs, why does anyone watch Bill O’Reilly?
Tribal hatreds around me mean detour on road to personal peace
The more I see of death, the more determined I am to live life fully