December 2015

Waiting.

I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us.

Nabi, from And the Mountains Echoed, by Kahled Hosseini

Brilliant writing.

Raining down on you.

Raining down on me.

Raining down so hard, but you can’t see.

I’m looking for you.

Please talk to me.

It’s raining so hard, but you can’t see.

I woke up today with this song in my head.