You never let things go unanswered for too long. Emails. Phone calls. Questions. As if you know the waiting is the hardest part for me.

I guess I don't believe these things can ever be easy, although I also don't see why they have to be hard.

Little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.

The word I think of is precarious. I am struck by how precarious it all is. How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them.

I think of friendship in terms of love.

These words are now mine, but soon they’ll be ours.

We switch to another language-- not our invented language or the language we've learned from our lives. As we walk further up the mountain, we speak the language of silence. This language gives us time to think and move. We can be here and elsewhere at the same time.