hanging around

another stiff breeze and this rowan will lose the last of its few leaves for the winter - yet the one 10m up the street is still green in places. we're back on that two things that look the same but act differently thing again...

yet another day of waiting - there was supposed to be a meeting, and information, but the wall of silence is up and i know nothing. when will he realise that keeping me in the dark is one of the things that triggers the insecurity, neediness and avalanche of emails begging for contact and information?

<possibly when i email him the link to this post? hmm...>