They spent all week saving pennies and went out Saturdays to spend fifty bucks in three hours.

And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.

For life is holy and every moment is precious.

I clearly saw the skeleton underneath all this show of personality what is left of a man and all his pride but bones?

I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

You were my last chance' she's said but don't all women say that? - But can it be by 'last chance' she doesn't mean mere marriage but some profoundly sad realization of something in me she really needs to go on living, at least that impression coming across anyway on the force of all the gloom we've shared -

I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all