Standing in the wind

Rushing across the parking lot, dodging wind and rain and splashing through puddles, I suddenly imagined myself being chased by a tyrannosaurus rex!

Not because I felt threatened, but because it flashed across my mind that this same wind and rain might have fallen on it -- way back when!

And that began a long train of thought that vastly interrupted my trip to Barnes and Noble.

Had my cheek been brushed by the same molecules that ran over Lincoln's face when he walked the streets of Springfield? Or was I feeling the puddle my son and grandchildren played in out in Seattle?

Is it possible that I could blow a kiss to Bestest and he would catch it when he walked his dog next week?

Or that, maybe, my mother blew a kiss to me when I was three and it got caught up in the wind and just now got here today . . .