And for the rest of the day, I’m singing……
Telling it what I see for me.
…one place. Here. This page and the ones that follow. Writing anymore becomes odd for me. A tricky […]
Telling myself this morning, over and over like a fog horn you’d hear out in Bodega Bay, Monterey, […]
Been up since 4-something and I’m more than eager for the day and its messages. More knowledge and […]
From each moment. Or you’re only an existing organism.
some of my favorite bottles. No shave. Loud, unwavering.
at themselves, in the mirror or wherever, more than 3 times today?