I'm missing

my friend Punam, who went back to London this afternoon.

Missing is a curious word. The very emotion of missing someone comes from them being with you, rather than missing - just not in the flesh. It's about presence. I miss people when they're present: in my thoughts, memories, feelings, dreams, imagination. When they stop occupying that space, I don't miss them any more.

I'm listening to Ugandan musician, Samite. His CD, Tunula Eno, is my comfort music. Dedicated to his wife, who died of brain cancer, each track resonates with poignant, large-hearted humanity.

Photo: D. Ross Cameron