So that's what it feels like. To hit the wall.

They say you're only given what you can take... and hopefully when you're not there's someone there to buy you ice and walk you to the mall so you can just lay in the grass and talk until you're only shaking from the lazy cold rolling over your bare arms and stomach. But you feel better. And you can breathe. And even though you're embarrassed because everyone knows and clucks over you when you get back, it feels good to be loved. Especially by the people you love.

Sometimes you just need to lay in the cold and watch the pollution roll by with someone who understands.

Thanks, Tom.

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