Since some time ago, the bus station has been the point I meet my ex wife: she lives some 20 miles away from Santa Fe and most times I have to pick or leave our daughter there.

In our short meetings I have said and thought all kinds of sad words, regrettable things, unimportant words, even deep words, but when I get to say “boy I love this woman,” then language cranks and there’s nothing left to express since nothing could match such true heartedness.

My guess is that is the way a “fact of life” is experienced.