All I can say is that one night I went out for a walk alon and came back with a profound understanding of where the moon gets it's light and how we are allowed to see, but that there is so much that we dismiss because we do not see.
I found an old key to someone's diary and put flowers in my hair and laughed at the chirping at the cross walks. but, I came home with nothing really more to be seen, or did I? I only know that the night and walk seared itself into my memory. My roomate LeAnne was rehersing a play in Springville, but normally she is with me, like our walk in the dark at the park in Auburn with "Moleman".
Yeah, that is the same river where she hurt her tailbone when we drifted with thecurrent and she hit a rock. Why couldn't I have been more sypathetic back then? It seems I was always ignoring things that were important, but not to me. Oh, I'm glad that I have been forced to change.
So, though I did come back alone. I came back different than I left.
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