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, July 11, 2005
Train platform on 46th Ave. - our station. It's got some really nice artwork. Notice the turtle and wavy lines of water on the roof.