8/5/04
Across many seas we speed down the motorway at 70 miles per hour and cars go speeding by us. The undulating fields are so green the look unnatural. Remember the green of our fields is green-brown or green-yellow, its never this amazing crayola crayon English green. The green of grass that has many long, deep rains.
I am coping better than last time. The time goes by less painfully.
Is it the weather or that time has indeed gone by and that past is further behind and maybe less painful.
Could it be that the hurt can remain in the past?
