This time tomorrow.

It's strange how you can know someone for a couple years and then one day, you actually meet them.

It's strange to look in my journal to see it's been just short of a year since I've written in it.
It's strange to remember so vividly the faces of the people that share these events I felt so compelled to write about.
An event like leaving a restaurant after being seated to run across the street to a more affordable restaurant, leaving behind full glasses of water.
It's strange I smiled at that.

A year from today.

This time tomorrow, I hope it's snowing.