I’ve kept journals for decades, and recently while going through one nearly twenty years old, I came across this splinter from a forgotten sentence I’d jotted down, source unrecorded. There was only this penciled note: “I think from a newspaper article, or magazine article . . . an unexpected phrase of poetic beauty.”

“. . . the bitter precision of life’s small heartbreaks.”

It seems to me, that in the grand scheme of things, whatever it is, it’s no mistake this phrase survived for us to think about.