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.
Monday, June 06, 2005
Tiny little mushrooms at Minnehaha Park. Makes me think of children's stories about small creatures like Stuart Little and The Littles, like this would make a nice umbrella for them.