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 21, 2005
view from the top of Minnehaha Falls. Ah! We're going over the falls! Not. I was standing on a bridge.