Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.

Sometimes the wind blows you places you weren't expecting: sometimes it blows you away from those places, too.

But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.

Really? Was that how you quit me?

I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.

Leaving people to jumped conclusions is sometimes simpler than explaining a complicated truth

Do you do that a lot? Move on?" "Maybe. But only because I travel a lot." She taps put a beat on the steering wheel, audible only to herseld. "Or maybe you travel a lot because it lets you move on." "Perhaps." ........ I look out the window. The jungle is everywhere. I look back at her. "Can you move on from something when you're not sure what it is you're moving on from?