This Moment: October 15, 2010 7:40 P.M.

The last blue shadow has merged into pitch-colored blackness. Blue light and white noise from the laptop are the lone sensory details. On the opposite side of this country a man, if he lives through the night, will have beaten his genes. His heart will be the sole survivor in a long line of men whose hearts have given up,on, or before their fiftieth birthday. Strange, that of all of his line, he, would live. Perhaps it is for his two daughters. One that lives with him, and for the other that lives upstairs, who doesn't remember that today is this man's birthday. And who can blame a child for forgetting a father's birthday, a man who long ago, forgot his daughter. The skies are crowded with planes making thier way over my house to and from opposites sides of the country. They fly through the darkness, but they are not blind.