I love going for walks with my three friends. Eventhough the sites we pass are so familiar, the weather is dull and there is usually a face nobody wants to pass, I have a spendid time.

There are so many beautful people I know. (My cat of course, included.)

Beautiful in every way on some occaisions. In every single word they say. In every laugh, grimace and look. Like the whole earth orbits for them, to hold them. It’s hard to imagine these people as being just people: as fragile and hopeless as the rest of us. It’s sad.

Wouldn’t it be lovely to think that the time we had was enough? I know I don’t.