no longer october.

maybe it's the rain.

maybe it's that Sixpence song still swirling around in my head.

maybe nothing in particular.

today i am thinking of my dad and wishing i could call.

i re-read this post from a few octobers ago. it feels worth remembering now.

only rarely do i feel proud of my writing---that i've managed to manipulate words in a way that captures an experience almost as vividly as i lived it. when that's all you have left, it can be priceless.