Loneliness isn't a battle I fight.
I am enough.
Under technicolor skies
A vivid promise that storms and downpours were inbound...
An uncomplicated life
No stress.
Minutia (illustrated)
Picking up stuff that doesn't fit anywhere else...
‘Like it’s always been there’
I believe I'm doin' pretty well so far.
Nothing came to mind
And so this blog was silent on Tuesday.
Moving furniture (again)
I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to do with it.
It began with a chill
That. Never. Gets. Old.
Of Thursday and Friday
It was a tonic for both of us.
Banned at last
We've been burning on borrowed time.