Facing the Fleeting Nature of Life’s Sweetness

We long for it, even knowing it will never be enough

Photo by Feyza Altun from Pexels

We’re at the airport again. This is the second time we have enacted this ritual. The closer we get to security, I squeeze his hand. I pull on his arm, moving him closer to me, as if that will keep him from walking through the little roped-off maze that leads to the screening machines. My body has…