These mornings when she lays on me, I can just feel the bonding chemicals in my brain.
10-20 years from now I will be bereft.
I think about that the my replay of joy and bereavement a lot with Gizmo being old and Ripley dead.
I think about Watchmen and how Manhattan experienced time. I of course experience time linearly, but I know what heartache is inevitable and I choose to love anyway.
Good morning
