I found that written in a yellow paper notebook I brought with me on the bus this morning. It has no context around it. It came after the first draft of "She's Having a Baby", which I wrote in June, so I set it down recently. But I don't know what I meant. What motions? Who is he?
It sounds like the opening for a story. About a woman whose husband has died, perhaps. But that's a little too prosaic, isn't it?
And I meant something else when I wrote it, I'm sure.
But I don't know what.