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.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Chickadee at the dog park at the birdie feeding tree--J. always bring a bag full of seed for them and spreads it all over this fallen tree.