A Moment's Impulse I was hardly ready to say such a thing, but I said it anyway. That is, there was so much wine that night that I don't even remember what it was. And, to my credit, I might have meant anything by it, if I could clearly recall what I said.

But I remember her justification while the water fell over us. For what could only have been several breaths, we saw the same things in each other at the same time, and we were so comforted by disillusion that we believed. If she hadn't eventually come to our senses, I might still be committed to a life based on a moment's impulse. This is no reflection on her; this is because of who I am and who I wasn't and the confusion in-between.  ¶ 9:13 PM