These times are weird
Germs are everywhere to be feared
Division by media is engineered
Old friendships are broken and smeared
Tag: winter
Snow, Flowers, and Chiengora
So, this happened over the weekend. 👇
Yellow Carpet
I took the above photo on Sunday.
Fascinating
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.
Bored?
If you’re bored, come live where I live. There’s never a dull moment.
Just a quick little post.
Disoriented
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.
Morning Serenade
First thing in the morning, I step outside to let the dog out. Steam billows from my breath and crispy white sheets crunch under my boots. A soothing song greets me from high above. Wait, what? There’s a bird singing? I can’t remember the last time I heard a bird sing. The branches are still bear and the ground is blanketed in white. Birds don’t sing in the winter. Am I dreaming?
I blink upwards, then squint to focus between the spiny sticks. Something flitters.
