It’s the end of a long day, at the tail end of what’s been a long week. I’ve been stressed, angry, and forgetful, making mistakes at my job that aren’t characteristic of the way I work, and full of frustration…

It’s the end of a long day, at the tail end of what’s been a long week. I’ve been stressed, angry, and forgetful, making mistakes at my job that aren’t characteristic of the way I work, and full of frustration…
I think I was sixteen the first time I saw them. We lived in semi-rural Minnesota at the time, and I worked at the bakery in town. I was up in the wee hours of the morning that summer (my…