He must have driven this way countless times, and yet he had no memory of the scenery. He must have been so caught up in the day's agenda, and arriving punctually at their destination, that the land beyond the car had been no more than a wash of one green, and a backdrop of one hill. Life was very different when you walked through it.

But maybe it's what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith.

After the two drinks, she felt warm inside, and slightly indistinct at the edges.

I've begun to think that we sit far more than we're supposed to...Why else would we have feet?

But it never ceases to amaze me how difficult the things that are supposed to be instinctive really are.

It was not a life, if lived without love.

You got up, and you did something. And if trying to find a way when you don't even know you can get there isn't a small miracle; then I don't know what is.