I remember when I was a little kid and we went to Grand Central Station; we were on a train surrounded by other trains, and I would see movement out the window, and it took a little bit to figure out if it was our train that was moving or the one next to us. Or both.

I couldn’t be sure we were actually moving until we hit a bump.

My life is like that right now. I can’t tell if I’m moving forward, or others are moving away, or both. The movement at first seemed almost imperceptible, like a trick of the light. Gradually the momentum picks up. Then it is clear there is movement, that things change. People change. I change.

The bumps prove it. It’s happening.