There is a missing vintage diamond ring on a dusty country road somewhere in Missouri.
All tagged life
An old friend from far away.
I leave my job in a half changed, slightly disgruntled mess with a little perfume and a quick sweep of deodarant and decide the only way I'm going to make it to the ferry dock on time (in this traffic mess) is to physically RUN down Capitol Hill with no sports bra and in a dress
coming home (a letter)
I feel free. I am happy.
I remember you in delicate flashes.
Random thoughts
Me “I do love black & white films.”
Iz “I know you do… I can tell just by looking at you that you love black & white films.”
Me “Sheesh.”
so you want to be a writer?
The author leading the discussion looked liked Stellan Skarsgard. I couldn't stop thinking that. He offered insight regarding literary agents, beginning publishing and the highs and lows of being a writer. People asked him questions like he held the mystery to being published. I just soaked it all in.
He was educated. Attended Iowa University and Oxford. He spoke of an endless list of credits, appearances and publications he rattled off like he was reading the back of a medicine bottle.
heartintransit
He laughed. My face flushes. I would never have had the nerve to talk to anyone before. Not even the bus driver.