I took myself to a city that was foggy, wet. I found a halfway house for people like me. I thought of Eve, and Mel, and that city. And it was wiped from my mind. I started over. I looked to the bridges and the tall buildings and the steep hills for guidance. There was … Continue reading At the end.
I would always remember Eve as the beginning. At some point, however, we have to move from the beginning and into the middle. We have to stop thinking about how things started and think about how to keep them going. We have to think about what we really want and how we can move toward … Continue reading Happy holidays.
And there I was. Walking again. Walking the streets of this city once again with a woman who seemed to know me, or who at least knew me enough to lead me in some direction that I may not have found myself. I made the pot of tea. We talked for hours about our dreams. … Continue reading Upon listening.
I thought of how fast Eve walked. How swiftly her legs traversed these streets. Over the gnarled tree roots pushing up the concrete. Over the potholes in the asphalt. Up stairs and down hills. Now I was the quick one. I was the one who moved swiftly. I could hear Mel breathing heavily beside me. … Continue reading Walking.