Henry Mancini’s “Dear Heart.”

She wore a man’s tweed jacket, white slacks, and red sneakers.

It was a soft and gentle kiss, one not meant to lead beyond itself.

emaciated.

The one thing I do have, though, is curiosity. I want to see what I can do out there in the big, tough world.”

like a shower of sparks.

zelkova tree

unbearable sadness I

sluice.