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.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
This sculpted tree is on my walk in front of someone's house. I think the woman's face looks like something on the bow of a ship.