Fall

We always remember those weird days when our lives pivot.

The day I got my bed, and the call saying my guard unit was on alert.

Captain Pickett in my barracks, middle of the night, saying "They've bombed Baghdad."

D calling me at work in the middle of the night, to say, yes, yes I do want to live with you.

D telling his mormon parents that, yes, actually, we are living together.

The day his mom called saying D'd been hurt, and he called shortly after, first asking me "How are you?" Only after a confused moment telling me he broke his arm.

Brenda saying "That's a bad, bad break."

The day my father threatened me with disownment, and I took it as a promise.

The day we decided to go to Boston.

The day we decided, regardless of which grad school, if any, said yes, that we would move back to where our friends are.

Moments of free fall.