The due date comes and goes. I slip out into the night under a nearly full moon for a short run along the river. At the 41st street plaza figures dance in the moonlight to beating drums. I let the rhythm drive me forward. The heat of the day lingers and the gentle breeze offers little respite at my pace. Distant lights reflect from shallow channels between dark, rocky flats. I want to go out there. Hopping from slab to slab, I make my way to the middle of the river bed and find a space to ponder the future. So much uncertainty, so much ambiguity, and yet I am at peace and give thanks for many blessings.