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.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Me 'n' Cocoa waiting in line to take the shuttle bus to the walk site. She's wearing her party collar, which she got many compliments on. One woman pointed at Cocoa and exclaimed "Petter Pan!" Yeah, we don't know either.