Eighteen

Family. It's an ocean that sweeps into your shore; even advance knowledge still leaves room for unpreparedness. A high tide that consumes the day in a whirlpool of currents - opinions and theories and questions - stones beneath the surface, sea glass that glitters in the sun. My family has mass. A quantum of substance that exceeds the square footage they take up - they fill a space with giant personality and an amplitude of point of view.

It was a day that lingered long into the night. Postulation, thesis, sentiment. Reconnection, reflection...exhaustion. They are indeed the bones of us, family; but the muscle - that which we choose and flex and shape and use...in a room full of family, the individuality of us is as clear as the kinship.