2:07 p.m. - Aug. 16, 2002
Ode to the workings of Gina
She helped me open the door and stood there, just behind me, allowing me to take those first few steps without her...
She watched me, I'm sure - I could feel her eyes on me, I could see them in the mirror. I could feel her joy & her excitement - as if I was taking these steps FOR her and not BECAUSE of her.
Now things taste different. And they look different, too.
Ah, flux
