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.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Minnehaha Falls 98% frozen. This was several days ago, while it was still below freezing. There is still plenty of water flowing underneath the ice, and you can hear it. There's just a couple spots at the top and bottom of the falls where you can actually see flowing water. Pretty neato.