Glacial Pace

The minutes pass...painfully slow. I swear I've been waiting for years. Perhaps that is why I cram as much as I possibly can into a that my awareness of the clock is clouded by obligation.

It's the quiet this a strange, empty home...that teach me the meaning of 10,000 kilometers. Seemingly insurmountable... incomprehensable...hopelessly distant.

Two months feels like an eternity when your heart is sleeping across the Pacific.

I miss him...tremendously...