the wind is dying down and the house remains firm. the evil old ladies have been washed into the storm gullies. with looks of frustration and surprise upon their faces they spin down the drain. it's a sight that makes me smile. (in less poetic terms, the refinance is FINALLY over and i still have the house.) quinn has moved on, our future has forked into two paths. it is nice to be able to smile and receive a friendly wave of encouragement back from him as he sets off. our path may now be two, but each seems to be plotted parallel for quite some time. so, he takes a slow stroll of new discovery. as for me, i'll remain here for awhile. the morning has not yet come--it's been such a long night--and i prefer to walk in the sun. could that be the first glimmer of a new day on the horizon? or is it a jag of lightening fortelling another storm?
it won't be long until i know. damn i am afraid.
the day before . the day after
