Ever since the first of the year, theMan and I have been trying to make it out to the coast to walk along the ocean’s edge at sunset. After weeks of talking about it, we finally made it.
O ye’ll tak the high road
…and Ah’ll tak the low road.
Because I don’t care if you get there before me. As a matter of fact, I don’t care if our two roads ever meet. Not today anyway. I’m out for a solo run, enjoying the new growth along the single-track trail. It’s so nice to be out on this glorious day — running.
Patina
It’s the tarnish on copper, the sheen on wood furniture, or the similar change in any surface produced by weathering and age. I can feel it on this here necklace. When I put my hand to the leather, there is a smoothness to the right and left of the stone. But where the stone hangs, there appears to be a different kind of weathering which I was not aware of until now.
Sim City
Young Simba has returned to live with me. It’s an adjustment for all but we are all starting to fall into a new rhythm.
dry land
In a pool a water, sits a tiny bit of dry land.