In the now-empty space that used to be filled with calm companionship and occasional passion, I am rewriting my life. It has not been very long, but I have little interest in, nor energy for, languishing. I have passed my doubts, if not my regrets; it is not moving on, per se. Just moving.
If I were female, and living in Prescott instead of Pinole, and far less verbose than I am, I’d like to think my blog would be this beautiful.
Her words are spare as the oaks of Mingus Mountain.
