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.

What dark magic will it take to get Obama re-elected? Merlin knows
Faith is our only assurance that rebirth will come again in spring
Nobody’s perfect as a mate, but Mary Poppins was pretty close
More than ever, big crisis makes me long for family to take care of
Humans are most heroic in small moments of caring for each other
People don’t confront ideas today; they lob bumper stickers at others
What if ‘the Good Old Days’ were never as good as you remember?