I was going to comment on winter; on our -25 and -35 F nights, our 12 F days. I was going to say again how your words read like poetry, forming a visual scene redolent of emotion and so magical. But these things are not what you were writing. I'm sorry, Annie. I'm sorry that changes came and brought distance to something I imaged was so incredible and happy and beautiful and almost perfect.... something I imagined was strong enough to last forever. I'm sorry that change brought a divergence and sadness. But change also brings good and happiness, and it will, because change happens. Laugh with the sycamores, because they know.
I was going to comment on winter; on our -25 and -35 F nights, our 12 F days. I was going to say again how your words read like poetry, forming a visual scene redolent of emotion and so magical. But these things are not what you were writing. I'm sorry, Annie. I'm sorry that changes came and brought distance to something I imaged was so incredible and happy and beautiful and almost perfect.... something I imagined was strong enough to last forever. I'm sorry that change brought a divergence and sadness. But change also brings good and happiness, and it will, because change happens. Laugh with the sycamores, because they know.
wow....don't really words, just silence and tears...this is beautifully honest and real