More Ebb Than Flow

Writing has an ebb and a flow--some mysterious force that hinders or motivates the mind and fingers to produce, or not. The date of my last post is an indication of which cycle I've been in. Suddenly though, mulling over in my mind the events of the past year on this New Year's Eve, something sparked, so here I am again.

To my best friend, wherever you are, I wish for you a change in luck and fortune in the new year. You have suffered so much these past two-plus years, and it is my hope that it all turns around for you in 2005. And, though I haven't talked to you in over a year, I am confident you will contact me again and we can continue our story.

Odd how much it hurts when a friend moves away and
leaves behind only silence.
-P. Brown