I’m sitting at a black steel picnic table outside work, eating a yoghurt, squinting into my screen at a cancer blog. Someone wanders by and asks “how are you?” And I lie, “OK, just enjoying the sun.”
I’m sitting at a black steel picnic table outside work, eating a yoghurt, squinting into my screen at a cancer blog. Someone wanders by and asks “how are you?” And I lie, “OK, just enjoying the sun.”
I move slowly through your dresser drawers.
I know you're not in there, but still...
I load black bags with protesting clothes.
ends in hell.
I had this dream.
Three months? It seems like years.
"You are going through a lot subconsciously that you don't realize you are going through," said a wise and experienced friend of mine, with whom I have shared many successful summits and cautious retreats.