With lethargic vim, the clouds roll overhead as I hope they do when I'm 94
This Is How Things Are Done Around Here
Cold winter creeping in with a blizzard and a whiteout without any reason other than, "this is how things are done around here."
The Right Kind of Sigh
It's raining inside But not in the way you'd think... It's as if the coffee is sitting on the corner table pillow and blanket splayed on the couch as if I haven't turned the lights on yet just a gray light filling the room filtering through the unguarded window brushing over every surface even houseplants... Continue Reading →