phoenix {rising} |
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Mountaintop Oh God. I am much too out of touch with too many people. Errors in communication (accidentally sent an email to Fury's mother). Some of them are fine (Kara emails, "I'm cabling! I'm cabling!" She is home and knitting and presumably picking up where she left off; Maggie is back in Portland and seems contentish, though she doesn't email me, ahem), and some of them are not. Bad things happen to people I care about, and it scares me and it hurts. No, it was not your fault. And I do what I can—I research identity theft, I send the rent check, I plan to call this evening when the time difference has worked itself out—but I am so far away and we are, each of us, so pitifully alone. I am on a mountaintop. A literal one. The landscape is a patchwork quilt, shades of green and gold. A medieval hill town sits nestled in the crook of its mountain, occupying the focal point of the panorama. My Italian is feeble; I can't communicate. The point is, it's unreal. It's unreal, and then there are these punches in the gut. They're real. I'm so sorry. I want to do what I can. |
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