There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs.

You don't know, but I'm noticing.

If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

Beauty comes naturally, but it's hard to be stunning by accident.

We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.

My mother said I should have a 'change of scenery.' The word scenery made be think of a play. And as we were driving around, it made sense that way. Because no matter how much the scenery changed, we were still on the same stage.