October 11, 1998
Alone
I was outside today, walking to the library. It was a scene I wish I could describe. The air felt the right crispness. Music, some type of jazzy rock, played in the distance. The temperature was right; the wind blew from the perfect cardinality. I just can't describe it, and yet, I can call up in my heart and mind exactly how this day felt. I will remember it always. It was a perfect day.
And it is on these days as always that I am the most painfully aware that I have no one close to share such a day with.