I walked home this evening, it early but dark and very very cold. Snow is expected. The sky was so clear and it's the first time I've so many stars in a long time. I live in a development of a million homes. I walked through the whole estate and I did'nt pass a single soul, or even a car, not one living thing. It was silent. Just Josh Groban on my ipod. It felt like 28 days later. Like a suburban desert. It was quite unsettling. But in a few weeks when there is snow and Christmas lights decorating the streets, it will be my favourite thing to do.

"Most birds were created to fly. being grounded for them is a limitation within their ability to fly, not the other way around. You, Mack, on the other hand, were created to be loved. So for you to live as if you were unloved is a limitation, not the other way around. Living unloved is like clipping a bird's wings and removing its ability to fly. Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly. And if left unresolved for very long, you can almose forget that you were ever created to fly in the first place."