Change and renewal are themes in life, arent they? We keep growing throughout life.

There are aspects of love that I once undervalued. Kindness. Having a sort of honor when love is on the table.

When a person you love moves by you with flat eyes that will not see you, it is a shock to believe it.

Between children and parents there is a difficulty of seeing each other simply as people.

After the briskness of loving, loving stops. And you roll over with death stretched out alongside you like a feather boa, or a snake, light as air, and you... you don't even ask for anything or try to say something to him because it's obviously your own damn fault. You haven't been able to- to what? To open your heart. You open your legs but can't, or don't dare anymore, to open your heart.

Off the packed trail we experience the miracle of corn snow, skiing atop the crust, like skiing on an eggshell that has been sprinkled with sugar.

A struggle, to the person experiencing it, is a struggle.