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.
I can't believe it! I just checked my email real quick before I was going to go to bed, and there it was, the generic email sent to everyone who was accepted to be in the Johnstock art fair!!! Yay!!!! Just had to share that before I went to bed.