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.

It might not matter who’s right; just fix the problem and move on
Death of stranger’s dog reminds me how much dogs mean to us
What if I hadn’t been afraid to follow Paul Finebaum’s advice 20 years ago?
Galt’s Gulch? I can live without that, but I need my own ‘Akston’s diner’
Delusional Democrats help Trump re-election by chasing phantoms
Anonymous attacker hit me hard, but I can’t let coward change me
We build our own prison walls, and breaking free starts in heart
As you grow, learn to let go of things that no longer serve you
Past behavior is best indicator of how he’ll treat you in the future