between the bars
Two hours until 5:00p.m. I am not going to survive.
Although there is much to be said for familiarity, I find myself missing what familiarity replaced. The gaze. The eagerness. The hesitancy. The earnest articulations and elucidations. It wasn't ever exciting, but it's less so now. What of now will I miss in another four months?
On Saturday I ran five miles.
No, I'm not kidding.
Although there is much to be said for familiarity, I find myself missing what familiarity replaced. The gaze. The eagerness. The hesitancy. The earnest articulations and elucidations. It wasn't ever exciting, but it's less so now. What of now will I miss in another four months?
On Saturday I ran five miles.
No, I'm not kidding.