Taking Leave of a Friend

Blue mountains to the north of the walls,

White river winding about them;

Here we must make separation

And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.

Mind like a floating white cloud.

Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances

Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance.

Our horses neigh to each other as we are departing.

~Ezra Pound

Leaving time again. I am back in Portland briefly, will make a fly by night appearance in Columbia tonight, then on to the Northwoods wednesday morning.

I am abysmal at goodbyes.

Damn It

I really really really hate knee doctors.

And there is something specifically sick about hitting physical therapy on my first ay of college, as well as my last. Sick and twisted.

The one thing I may hate more than knee doctors may be people threatening me with surgery.

Shit shit shit.