Fifty years ago this week, quite by accident, I met the woman who would become my wife. We were thrown together on a ride from the San Francisco airport to Stanford University, where I was a student. She was visiting on her spring break from the University of Nebraska, half a continent away. At the time, I thought it was pure chance that brought us together. I’ve come to believe quite differently about that in the decades since.
Across our fifty years together, we’ve cast substantial shadows, sometimes separately but more often together. We visit Sedona, Arizona, every March for some much-needed refreshment of our souls, and every year I take a photograph of our long, linked shadows. It reminds me that although there is great beauty in all that the light around us illuminates, there are lovely unexplored places deep within us still waiting in the shadows to be discovered and enjoyed.