Alex, the irises are about to bloom again. Tomorrow, or maybe the next day. They’re the ones I took from your old townhouse in Herndon the last time I ever went there with you. I’m glad that I have something from then that is still beautiful. Do you know that I don’t remember the name of your street? Isn’t that funny? I spent so much time there in that basement apartment of yours with the red bedding. I’m grateful for the memory lapses. I guess the details that matter stick. Like the way you made salad or coffee or chicken on the grill. You certainly fed me well. The rest of it I let go pretty easily now that 4 years have passed. 4 years have passed. An entire college tenure. I am so grateful to have graduated from that time. It’s spring again and tomorrow or the next day the irises will bloom. And then I’ll forget about them again for the rest of the year. What time we had. What a short-lived flower.