Observe my obsession with someone new; don't feel like someone new: 10.22

Standing there tonight, there it was. A flutter. That slow pinwheel turn started up. It's been so long a wait. But there was that spinning now, again. To stop it, I'll have to reach in and catch it, which means making it something to grab onto and hold. Either way, I've got it now.

Oh boy.

His eyes held languages; anything he said was like an unabridged manual of translation for what they could possibly ever mean.