Thursday, December 01, 2005

Here’s a secret: when I’m sad I book flights to other places. I arrange hotels, tours. I plan my days, know what I will pack. Today I went to Norway. I went to look at beautiful sculptures, the world in white stone. I wanted to see gardens and castles. When I was 17, I went to Denmark. I was alone, and crossed the ocean on a boat. I loved the way the island came to the sea, as if it knew it would not be defeated.

Another secret: I took my class of boys out to play in the snow today. We all ran to the top of the hill, ran down and fell to the ground. We made angels. You cannot walk through them. You can stomp over them but these babies are solid.

After class A. ran up to me and hugged me I love you Teresa, I’ll see you next week then he BIT me.

I told his mother sometimes love is like that….. Posted by Picasa

1 comment:

Artichoke Heart said...

Sometimes love is exactly like that.