You know how sometimes it goes where you can actually have a lot on your mind but it isn’t really anything you particularly want to talk about, or wouldn’t really know how to express even if you did? Whatever that is, that’s what it’s like. I started a post earlier about all the things I was stressed about but who wants to read that time after time?

I used to talk about how the trees were on fire, and I used to feel that way about you, before wind and rain and mountains formed mysteries. They say, or rather I read this morning, that a person changes six or seven times when you’re married and you love all these different versions of the person you knew once before the one disappeared.

But that’s not it. You walk along the road and think, “That’s the same gait you had when you were 17 years old”, when you unknowingly memorized the way their steps hit the pavement. I know better than to be stubborn, so I will give you that yes, a person changes but also something happens where given enough time you start to love in reverse.