Unexpected

Herself speaks.

I thought I had finally come to terms with the Unmooring of three-and-a-half years ago. I have moved on, have new projects, new tasks, new work. I am very busy; there is not much time to reminisce about anything, especially right now.

And yet, today in the course of different work, I came across a publicly available copy of a project from my former employment, and was struck by the signature of one of my coworkers on the document. It has been so very long since I have seen that handwriting. And yet, I would recognize it anywhere.

Suddenly, I am sad, all over again.

Perhaps I shall drop my former coworker an email tomorrow. For old times' sake.