We sit, we drink coffee too late, and we listen to the rain. The pitter patter on her tin roof is in tempo with the coffee sizzling on the burner.
The sirens came abruptly. It was one in the morning and the window by our bed was still open.
It's in the middle of April and it snowed here in Michigan... We're in an ice age, aren't we?
The last jar of summer.
The ephemerality of the internet can be really disappointing some times: http://www.videogum.com/610541/use-your-duck-voice/
I drove him to school today.
It's been snowing. Again.
Thank you Amy!
These lonely night walks through a campus I may not see again.