I ambled idly on the mound That hosted snowflakes, drops and squills,
Stream of Thought
The forecast is for the hottest day of the year so far. I’m battening down the hatches. Or the Summer equivalent.
Glimpses of Green and Gold
Blurry birds… A female crest and two pairs of finches.
Gazebo
This room Safe Without walls
Almonds and Monkey Nuts
It rained the last two nights.
Overwhelm
The world is too much.
Reinterpreting the Trolley Problem
Life and death are mostly incomprehensible, though we often try to convince ourselves otherwise.
