A door has been left open. Sitting here alone yet among company is a harsh reality when confronted with such carelessness. My emotions are shot. Where pride and a discreet mannerism usually exist when such an event takes place has been transformed into bittersweet defeat. There was something to be said but the subject is off by a sentence. A shiver startles my body. Somewhere wind is gaining strength. It is my turn to answer.
August 30, 1998