January 14

I’m not sure what it is, but I’m a little melancholy today. It hit me kind of suddenly and out of nowhere on my drive home from picking Christina up at dance. I know exactly where, too. Just before Wal-Mart on the corner near our house. I just feel kind of empty. Like walking in a crusty desert that stretches for miles and miles with no one and nothing around. A little sad, a little lonely, a little nostalgic. It’s not really uncomfortable. But it’s something I haven’t felt in quite a while. Maybe sleep will smooth the edges a little. Or maybe fray them. That’s beautiful too.