“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.
I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”
― jonathan safran foer
From my old journal, The Daily Epiphany, September 10, 1999:
Summer is supposed to be over. The awful killer heat is gone, but still the sun beats down mercilessly. I had to work outside a lot today, sweating through my flame resistant lab coat.
All I could think about was looking up through high tree branches, the green leaves stopping the hot sun, letting the dappled cool rays through.
It was such a relief to get home, change clothes, and take a relaxing shower.
Bill Chance 