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, June 07, 2006
J. and me at beginning of Tour de Cure ride for Diabetes at Harriet Lake bandshell. Notice our cute Lil' Sprout General Mills team jerseys!