A Butterfly Effect | Part I - Border Crossing.
Stanstead border station:
- “Are those your kids?”
- “What’s the purpose of your trip?”
- “Well, a funeral actually…”
We drive the long drive, the one we know by heart—up the White Mountains and down again, winding through state after state. My eyes are tired and Cynthia takes the wheel for an hour. It’ll be late when we arrive…
These days everything always feels much too late.