The point

Her eyes tell this story for me. But for posterity's sake, maybe I add some color. Jack Daniels will lend a little help, too. March 17, 2011 was a very intense and wonderful day. In Denver, there were 12 hours and 0 minutes of day, and 12 hours and 0 minutes of night. There was some sort of super full moon happening, and we woke up and looked out the window to see it through the trees, One of the better days I have ever had. Buried in paper and things to do at work, I tell the boss I'm going to shoot some March Madness basketball games being held in town. Morehead State and Louisville are playing at 11:30. I shoot the game and my image of the game winning three point basket is used by sports illustrated front and center on their website to tell the story of the day. I also shoot a couple of other games and am literally buzzing from the experience. It's Carolyn's birthday week, and I've been out of the home way too much due to work, more work, and now this shooting schedule. She forgives me too easily. I confess to her that this day has been magic, and she understands, but it's hard. She isn't angry at me, she's disappointed, and she's frustrated that her emotions are having such an impact on her. I'm home around 11 and I am gushing with excitement. She meets me halfway and isn't upset with me. We make love, and we fall asleep together.

This story is incomplete and lacking any obvious point. My apologies to any readers who were expecting completeness or an obvious point. Edits and clarifications forthcoming.