The final mental countdown to the last hour with J.F. my intern Primary. I like to think we've both learned something over the last seven months or so together. Maybe I brought some sort of mirth, insight, educational value to her internship. And she, I believe, helped point me toward a better direction (back onto my Path), pointed out some good qualities about myself I tend to forget or downsize, and gave me some tools to continue fixing my twisted thoughts and leaky self-esteem. I am glad I started this; I just wish it didn't have to end so soon.
I awoke at 5:20 a.m. today. Maybe the rain. Maybe a bad dream. Wandered into the living room. Played with Lilly on the floor for a bit, chasing shoe laces. Watched the sky turn cloudy-blue-grey. Checked email (a.k.a deleted spam), then back to bed.
The rain has stopped. The clouds still block the sun. Beth Orton's Trailer Park
plays soundtrack to my morning montage perfectly.The clock ticks its way to the (never) end.
1 comment:
Thank you, and you also (with your mom).
Post a Comment