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, May 04, 2005
Long Haul
How weird, a guy on a recumbent bicycle (as if that's not geeky enough) just pedaled past our house with a kayak in tow! It had its own special little trailer with wheels.
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