An unknown caller rang my house last night.
“I’ll go crazy if I don’t go crazy tonight!” they bellowed. “Get on your boots! Fez is being born.”
This seemed like stand up comedy, but this was life: white as snow in its simplicity, magnificent as the cedars of Lebanon in its complexity. As far as I could see, there was no line on the horizon.
I took a moment to surrender as I stood up and remembered to breathe.