Finishing some important things in draft form.
Growing a bit this week.
Learning there is a lot of room I can continue to grow, other than round.
Dark is coming faster.
A plane passes overhead.
A light changes as I hit the curb to cross.
“There was too much repetition” in my ears as I walk away toward home.
The wind hits my face.
I feel my hair blow and smell a familiar chemical that’s name is on the tip of my tongue.
I am typing and walking to my door.
I am taking time to notice what is going on around me.
“I’m a pilar of salt and I want you to understand me.”
I am breaking up with complacency