An odd day I didn’t get out until the end of it. Got up early and went to bed early. Both times with the birds coming on. That building arc in the morning you can’t not-hear once it starts, but… Read More ›
All night long the pitter-patter of rain like microwave popcorn popping in a bag.
A new page on the calendar with its tongue hanging out to either tease or taunt us: our insignificance, a new getting through.
They said everyone needs to work from home and the vibe on my floor was a kind of evacuation mode in slow-mo.
The rain fell so hard I stood in the doorway watching it, letting in the cool, clean air.
I remembered the smoked turkey we had in the meat locker from Easter and started fantasizing about eating a leg, just standing in the kitchen and taking it by hand.
Upstairs someone was either crying or laughing.