It is barely morning and I just got off the phone with Jacob. Devon and I talked to him for about fifteen minutes. Now, we’re gonna be pressed for time to get to work… time…
Of the eight of us, 4 have birthdays on 3-20, 3 on 10-23, and Jacob on 10-22. We had to think there was a connection.
Jacob saw it first. “Equinox days. All of us were born on the day of an equinox.”
We probably used up most of NYC’s digital bandwidth with our text messages getting it all understood. The spring and fall equinoxes, days that have light and dark in equal amounts, move around a little based on where things are in the leap year cycle. Jacob had made a study of it since one was his birthday.
“In 2002 when some of us were born, it happened near midnight, depending on your time zone. See, it isn’t really about the length of the day. It’s when the axis of the earth is pointing exactly the right way. So, at that moment, it was the 23rd in the east and the 22nd going to the west.”
Emma pointed out the obvious. “Lots and lots of people in the world are born every day of every year. Surely they all ain’t time travelers.”
We agreed. Jacob then asked everyone to find out the hour and minute they were born and send it to him. That shut down the group chat.
When he called he told us what he found out. “I did some research on a timeanddate.com. Listen to this… every single one of us was born in the very minute of the equinox.”
He went on to say that about 4 people were born worldwide each second, but the equinox was actually only an instant, not a full second long. “All I can say is that given the minute of our births, there’s a chance all eight of us were born just when the equinox was happening… And there could be others born in the same second… But chances are most were not at the exact instant.”
“What’s the significance of being born on the equinox?” I asked.
Jacob answered, “I was thinking… Like justice… equality… equinox?”
“That’s… just ridiculous enough to make sense given this… whole ridiculous thing.”
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