The breakfast pickup
I'll never get tired of this
We're moving in two weeks. Now I'm starting to miss everything that used to be ordinary.
Oh the places you'll go, indeed.
Finally it's falling, aeration of the heavy, everything soaking a deeper velvet and the wind turns on its side
"Just answer my question." I hear little Persepolis in English amid her father's impenetrable and delightfully rhythmic Farsi.
Should this be here?
Over dinner with an old friend--kangaroo, duck and elk.
A small trio on the side patio, a bourbon neat, and everyone's dog is well-behaved.