through day. Had lunch. Still have time. Go for a walk. Take some pictures– Tell a story.
storyteller
Late December, somewhere in Sonoma He saw people walking toward the door and thought, “Shit, really.. of course.” […]
On my last Pinot glass, and feeling relieved and free, with this consolidating urge, all writings funneled and […]
Woke early this morning from sleeping in odd position, or shape, or pose– ugh, couldn’t go back to […]
Ran 6.9-something miles today, at the gym and on the tread much to my startle. Not much pain […]