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
Hi it's me waving to you through my shadow on our walk today. My head is not egg-shaped, I'm wearing a baseball cap.