Sometimes people don't change as much as we think, but rather, we concieve a new perspective or vision of who they really are. And in moments of growth and trust, two companions really can see eye to eye and communicate something without saying a word. It is in those moments when certainty becomes concrete and familiarity converts to a much deeper understanding. Something happened the other day that put me on the rocks for a while. It was a minute instance in comparison, but it was enough to drive me crazy into the following day. The radio sounded different--insulting, even. The skies were a different shade, my thoughts distracted, and once again I felt nauseated and confused. It were as if my foot had stepped into a trap and I was hanging upside down by my ankle. And then my hero came and saved me again. He'll never know how much I love him, how often he rescues me--never understand that I need him as much or more than he needs me. Well, he came with his loving touch and put me right again; my feet on the ground, my head stationary, my mind set once again on this new reality I love. I used to hate reality until I realised all the good in it; all the truth of it and solidity of its emotions. In any case, I might have landed myself into a swampy future again had he not come and rescued me. The ironic thing of it is, he doesn't even know he's doing it. I guess that's how good heroes come these days. The modest ones, anyway. The wedding's today. I succeeded in finding a dress yesterday which I happen to really really like, so all is well in the world of Carrie. : ) Tonigh, we shall DANCE... Carrie