"there's no logic; there's no reason..."

picking the perfect activity when there can be only one
centuries-old sketches and etches
aunts
breakfast tea
traffic = music time
new cds
meeting almost-toddling precious girl
texmex dinner with Mollie
lounging
pictures, stories, memories, comfort
miles and miles
inviting a professor to breakfast
italian dinner with Sissy
this familiar city, in which I could live again
people still on the itinerary
dress
concern from an old friend, just before needed
sleeping dogs (I'm going to let them lie...)
reality
Go


"look how close I've come, how close I've come... I'm far away."