2009-02-03 - 4:49 p.m.
spring holiday (iii)
there's the percussive radiator and the sound of snow sliding down the roof. there's the lousy coffee in the seminar room and the slanting light through the window.
this is my old room. these are my old friends. the children learned another language and then grew up.
keep talking. please. your words leave less space for the still place in my heart.