The clarity of the place you came from
Being here in Buffalo has brought an odd peacefulness. Talking to my best high school friends, it seems like age 27 or 28 is when the optician’s viewfinder starts clicking more rapidly, past the hopelessly blurry until the big E is clearer than ever. People have found dream jobs, dream loves. My friend Eric says he was told that age 27 is when “Saturn returns” — meaning that all of the planets are in the same position that they were in when he was born. I know nothing of astronomy and am planning to research the veracity of this claim, but whether or not it’s true, it’s a beautiful notion, that eventually your entire being rotates back to the wellspring from whence you came and your destiny is marked out as brightly as the stars you were born under.