As soon as I turned onto the road that climbs the hill, I felt the sadness. The humidity finally broke, but apparently, only in grief.
Lots of melancholy night-time convertible rides through the country-side, ipod blaring over the noise of katydids and cicadas and gravel spitting off my tires, Amelia’s subtly graying muzzle resting on the gear shifter. (And now that my engine isn’t making a weird noise and I have power-steering again, these night-time sojourns aren’t so dangerous).
Tags: I wonder if it will heal, the billie holiday ain't helpin things, What a shitty day. I feel like shit. Shit shit shit.

10 August, 2008 at 8:57 am
It *will* heal. It will.
12 August, 2008 at 7:55 pm
With you.