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.
Monday, December 19, 2005
A White Christmas, Most Definitely
Ah, snow. I love it. Here's our house all covered in it. Cocoa is waiting patiently for me to take this picture so we can get on with our walk.
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