exhaustion comes in waves like the silent puddles at doran beach in july. i have spent too much time wanting an apology when perhaps, i should have apologized. regardless, this is the time to understand the journey of our eyes, the journey of a child before bed. what clock can tell how much sand i or anyone else has in the hourglass? above all, i offer myself, all of us, a chance this next start. I wish, dear friend, i had done better but i know you would be there to forgive.