september 27, 1999
i love it when you pour just the right amount of cheerios into your bowl, so that you don't have a big puddle of milk left over when you're done. it's like you have just eaten...the perfect bowl of cereal.
tomorrow i go back to my other "home," which has been mostly underwater for the past couple of weeks. it will be great to be there again, but still i'm a little worried about what will be there to greet me. it is so scary that so much could be lost in such a small amount of time, but it happened all the same. i saw some pictures on the computer and even then it was so hard to believe. i was like, i used to drive right by that store on the way home..it can't look like that now. but it does. and again i feel so amazingly lucky. not even that..it's like someone is watching out for me. and tomorrow, with my unbelievably large amount of clothes, i'm going to watch out for other people as well.

september 24, 1999
my eyes are wet again. the trees were so still and our voices so soft. but the echoes of our words had yet to die. a month before today, i listened and heard no sound; cries in the night fell dead and silent..only the music of loneliness lingered behind. tried to draw in a breath..a thought..but each escaped me. strained to hear you.. but your voice could not be found. held tightly a memory, quietly hoping to see it relived, but doubting it would ever be again. what happens when holding someone feels wrong? when your only possessions are a worried heart and desperate eyes, helplessly watching as the perfect tapestry comes unraveled before them. "this is different..special," but the echoes had gone so far away..
but even the sea spoke of your beauty, and the swaying trees and howling wind told tales of missing you. to me your light outshined fireworks, and could blot out the stars above us. that light is all i have ever wanted to see; all that i will ever want to flash across my eyes. my eyes are smiling again, because you are standing before them, and my ears are rejoicing at the sound of your voice. my life...is yours.

september 22, 1999
i'm always lucky. so many people have lost everything they knew and everything they had, while i am here doing just fine. i keep wishing i could be more than their next-door neighbor right now, but these feet couldn't walk fast enough to find them, and these hands could do so little to help.

september 13, 1999
and it has been so long. all the while i've been wishing i had the time to do everything i wanted (and needed) to do. but it is not about to happen, because there is not much time that is truly mine to use. someday soon i can see this all coming to an end though, and there i will be, with all the time in the world. then everything will be done, with many minutes to spare. until then i'm left dreaming of a day when i can sit down and say truthfully, there is nothing to do, and i am soo bored.

september 5, 1999
she wants to climb mountains to be closer to the stars, for they are where her thoughts lie best. and she would sit staring skyward, hands pressed into the soft earth beneath her, thinking the thoughts that make up her world, and dreaming the dreams that cause that world to sparkle. in her mind she knows this place. she sees it in her eyes and breathes in its air...and sometimes even when rain falls, she can gaze upon the stars.

september 1, 1999

thank you for the clouds, and the sky, and the rain and the wind that blows on my face when i'm skating towards home. thank you for practice time and relaxing time..and all time. and for the little things, like the fact that i can drink milk and not get sick, and that i can walk around and smell flowers and sit under trees. thank you for kitties, and for the sound charlie makes, and how that sound makes me feel. and for all the people in my life, especially ones with pretty blue eyes, and for the ones who make me smile at every word. i could sit here all night. sit here all night loving you and everything my eyes can see, and everything my heart can feel.