My daughter and her husband leave today for a delayed honeymoon in Japan. And I am thinking back to sixteen years ago when she graduated from high school a semester early and took a three-month tour, by herself, of the Far East.

While she was away, I discovered a mosaic of the Pacific Rim built into the second floor of the Field museum. I walked in a circle: from San Francisco, to Hawaii, to New Zealand, to Australia, to Hong Kong, to Thailand, to Japan and back again over and over and over.

Imagining that I could somehow keep her safe.