March 22, 2006 § 3 Comments
It felt like spring today. It wasn’t especially warm, but the wind had no bite to it at all, even without a scarf. I think this is how you can tell.
I decided to get a café au lait on my way home, which I shouldn’t have, but I wanted the taste of it and the little rush that comes. I will permit myself small pleasures in lieu of the other kind.
I can feel that I am different now, that something is irrevocably changed. I don’t know what this season will bring, but I suspect it won’t be like the last.
I do know this: there is nothing left that I need to do alone.