A good year for dreams?
Category: Life on a wet rock
Bloody, bloody Covid
Visitor #55 has left the building
It took fifteen years. This week, I gave back the badge that told people, 'I was once Visitor 55.'
SATs week
Murmuration
Muse dog
Little writing spaces
Evening dolphins
The end, the beginning, the weirdness
Lay the fire. Place the books on the cushions, and throw a blanket over the chair. Consider, first, a run in the late summer rain.
