even though you’re probably safely pedaling homeward i still find myself worrying until you step through the door perhaps it’s neurosis or perhaps it’s longing but i will wait up for you in the starshine always
n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.
