May 19, 2003

Desert Appreciation Weekend

The moonlit walk to somewhere I had thought I lost..

The echo in the center..

The way we got carried away in the moment..

The lack of alcohol consumed..

The whistling, television hating ghost in the hotel room..

The attention hungry squirrels..

The cave that was just barely big enough to stand up straight in..

The bench and the heat and exhaustion..

That kinda doesn�t even scratch the surface.

[I just got your email Timmy.. I promise I'll reply tommorrow when I'm more awake. mwha]

9:33 p.m.