I said goodbye to Kaneko-san today for the next month and a half. I'll miss his wayward lesson plans and chuckling over the difficulty of both English and Japanese. I'll miss his intermittent breath freshening, his occasional confusion, and subsequent patient apologies; his hurried handwriting and dictionary searches, uncovering the Great Pyramids from the sandstorm of disparate homelands, one sincere grain at a time. Sometimes those grains fall through well-meaning fingers. If only we had the time of the universe. If only there were a language that fit the whole world. But in our time together maybe we do, and maybe there is.