work in progress (I could go on forever listing things I love)
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamer of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.- Arthur O'Shaughnessy (excerpt from "Ode")
"These love letters," my dad said, "I think I know why you are looking for them."
I was skeptical.
"You think you lost them, but you never wrote them. You are writing them now."
He might be on to something, I thought. But I still knew they existed.
