This morning is beautiful. I start finding it odd. I've been here too long.
How do we make friends? ... how do we keep friends? These are the neveranswered questions of an assimilating stranger. There are people that you meet, that seem not to notice you, despite the fact that you talk to them, that you ask them questions and verbally worry about them and their lives.
What does it mean then when someone, a practical stranger, actaully enters your life and seems concerned about you and interested in your being...? How does it work? Why do you trust? Why is it easier to talk about everything?
The big ball of light has just come out from behind the dark, heavy curtains and shins stright into my mind, through the left ear. It warms my mind up...