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.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Socks I recently finished knitting for myself. Now I just have to wait four months until it's cold enough to wear wool again!