I wanted to write about geology.

I wanted to lay down some geologic trivia. Factoids I’m learning, about plate tectonics. Mind-tweakers, marveling in the massively slow processes terra-forming the crust of this planet. The making of continents and mountain ranges, while also sweating the tiny details – like grouting the fissures of foothills with quartz and gold.

But biology and sociology interrupt, with another rock to the head. The cold finality has returned, yet again. Another suicide.

This one hits much closer to my wife than I, although I knew him too.
I will comfort and shelter her. I will be a rock, a mountain, all that it takes.