Ten.Two Thousand, Five Hundred & Ninety-Three
This morning, only my thoughts.
I need to start wearing pants during these walks.
I know what this feeling is. It happens the same time every year.
I tell her that, for better or worse, I may sometimes be too cerebral.
Wednesdays are too short.
“I work alone.”
What’s the shortest explanation of ecological dynamics I can give right now?
The soup keeps me warm for only so long.
Ah. It finally happened. Three of them. One really nice and high in the upper corner.
It’s finally happening.