inspiration – Skeleton At The Feast

Art of Not-Looking

I like nothing so much as that for which I’m not looking.

They’re everywhere. No, it’s not a horror story – just an observation.

Today – quarantine notwithstanding – you have a guest.

When humanity meets the first time traveler, they will just have woken from a high summer nap on a porch swing.

Everyone has at least one thing that makes them irrational.

Of course I’m writing. What else would it be?

Peach tree seasons, time run soft.

My definition of a good day is simple: it’s a day when time moves at the right speed.

Want something better than reassurances?

Sometimes you have to be a leopard.