choices

Windows of Opportunity, Choices We Make and Other Things

There was a strange buzz in the air, not like a bee’s or a dying refrigerator’s, but like the invisible, electrical energy of a community attuned to one thing. Like excitement about a new school going up or the fair coming into town. Except this buzz wasn’t an excited buzz, it was a bittersweet buzz tinged with finality. My neighbor’s daughter had just been captured for a man. A bride kidnapping. A practice we brought over to the United States from Thailand and Laos.