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.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Aw, another present for me? (Notice the yule log on the TV--warms up the room real nice when you don't have a fireplace.)