These times are weird
Germs are everywhere to be feared
Division by media is engineered
Old friendships are broken and smeared
I took the above photo on Sunday.
Air conditions are off. Heat pumps and furnaces are off. Goldilocks is enjoying this “just right” weather. Everything is quiet, and I hear something rustling in the brush. Continue reading “Four Days for Goldilocks”
Shh, listen. Can you hear that? It sounds like a babbling brook.
The nearest creek is six blocks away, yet the trickling sounds like a stream circling the entire house.
I follow my ears to find where this is coming from.
If you’re bored, come live where I live. There’s never a dull moment.
Just a quick little post.
I woke up on Monday morning (yesterday) feeling very disoriented. Why?
Take a look at the photo below that I posted as my header back in January.