Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Cocoa running on our walk. See how steep this hill is? That blue at the bottom is not the sky, it's the reflection of sky in the Mississippi River.