Better.

Golden sunrise.

The spider web in the corner is getting bigger.

I can’t stop staring at the trees and the light and the green and I hear the woodpeckers knocking on the side of the house.

“When We Were Birds”

I should be doing less, but I seem to be doing more.

The only way out will be if I vision my way toward a new path.

I am quiet the whole way there and back. My mouth is closed but my mind is on hyperdrive. Sleepy but trying not to fall asleep and be rude.

Another one bites the dust.

Remember boundaries.