It's Funny How Things Seem Different, Suddenly.

He Carried Paul Inside And Up The Stairs. He Gave Him A Drink Of Water And The Orange Chewable Aspirin He Like And Sat With Him On The Bed, Holding His Hand...this Was What He Yearned To Capture On Film: These Rare Moments Where The World Seemed Unified, Coherent, Everything Contained In A Single Fleeting Image. A Spareness That Held Beauty And Hope And Motion - A Kind Of Silvery Poetry, Just As The Body Was Poetry In Blood And Flesh And Bone.

Then She Had Been A Fiancee, A Young Wife, And A Mother, And She Had Discovered That These Words Were Far Too Small Ever To Contain The Experience.

She Saw Herself Moving Through Another Life, An Exotic, Difficult, Satisfying Life.

Grief, It Seemed, Was A Physical Place.

All That Sunny Afternoon, Traveling North And East, Caroline Believed Absolutely In The Future. And Why Not? For If The Worst Had Already Happened To Them In The Eyes Of The World, Then Surely, Surely, It Was The Worst That They Left Behind Them Now.