08.28.2003 - 3:59 p.m.

Today I am wondering.

I am thinking of whatifs, replaying old scenes, writing myself into futures that don't yet/may never exist.

I am feeling the brownian motion of my acts and how they bump and push against myself as I've always seen her, five years from the moment I've always been in.

Part of it is the rush of preparation for the new semester.

Part of it is missing the feel of road under wheels, the places I didn't go this summer, either.

Part of it is the fragility of everything I am, and the rest is the strength I know I have anyway.

There is so much to wonder about.

-stonebridge

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