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.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Remember when you were a kid and you would hold your hand up against your friend's, palm to palm, to see whose was bigger, who had longer fingers, how the shape of bodies was just so interesting in a matter-of-fact way?