The Word

Was just listening to Ray Charles sing you don’t know me and thinking about how beautifully Meryl Streep sang it in postcards from the edge and it made me think of how awful it’s must be to never have been in love. There are some people, many people, unfortunately, who missed/miss that during their lifetime. How to describe it … electricity and desire … wanting and finding. There is so much to grieve when you think on the world in the dark and it feels like final hours even though you know it's not.