The Age of Miracles

by Karen Thompson Walker

And who knows how fast a second-guess can travel? Who has ever measured the exact speed of regret?

But doesn’t every previous era feel like fiction once it’s gone?

So much that seems harmless in daylight turns imposing in the dark. What else, you had to wonder, was only a trick of light?

Some say that love is the sweetest feeling, the purest form of joy, but that isn’t right. It’s not love—it’s relief.