
I was caught in the rain yesterday, soaked to a ridiculous level - my jeans were wet rags, my shoes were half-filled leaking buckets. I'm sorry I have been a bit silent. Work days have been long and mostly fruitful, on work nights I lost myself in words or music (sore fingers from the guitar), or in books (sore feet from something-or-rather). Or in people with stories to tell, it seems.
Ten years later after a chance meeting, an email appeared from one of the people whom I used to write many letters to. I've been making new friends.
Thank you all for your birthday wishes - everyone of you are special. The day began sunny though cool, and has clouded over, trapping air pregnant with possibilities in the space between earth and sky.
Posted by sniffles at June 29, 2002 11:53 AM