8:134) Ginny Little 11-FEB-98 13:39

there is no arrival. it's all in the traveling, here to there and back again, circling, sometimes spiraling out of control and i am just happy to be looking out my window with fingers that move on the keys and feel the tap, tap, tap. it's life itself knocking. the rain makes tiny circles in the puddles formed around the trees, melting frozen bark and sleeping flower bulbs and will i live to see spring? it's a possibility i hope for, and in the moment, i am glad to watch the drizzling melt of life.