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've been crocheting a lot lately. Here's a square I recently finished. The colors are a little washed out in this shot, but you can still see the structure. I've made several of these in this pattern with different colors.