December 2010
10 posts
Cleaned out my email drafts folder today. I was struck with how many unsent messages said only one thing, three words, their beginning an abrupt end: I miss you. How many times the thought has just been too heavy to hold on my tongue, but which the intended recipient could not know. Never will. Delete. Delete. Delete.
shedding skin
I spent the last half of a recent day in a Korean spa. The skylight cast a fading glow to the pools, giving way to the dark, and an ever-changing group of women migrating from water to water and temperature to temperature, until candles were lit later in the night and the mood went from meditative to chatty. When everyone is nude it is as if no one is nude.
There was an ever-flowing tub of...
My favorite song this year; Dog Days Are Over....
