Opening our hands

THERE ARE THINGS WE DON’T KNOW.

  There Are Things We Don’t Know. It’s Saturday. I’m home and I’m bone-tired and road-weary. By nature, I’m not a late sleeper, yet this morning I slept until the sun was decently high in the sky, streaming in my window to awaken me to a quiet house. Nine a.m. Unheard of for me. I…