Not quite, Forrest...
The techie glitches through the zoom screen. The red-winged blackbirds in the bare aspen limbs. The tight metal scrape of my fork against the insides of my thermos. The hollow, gravity-filled crunch and snap of my sneaker through the remaining snow on the bike path. The silent volumes of panic and overwhelm that oozes out... Continue Reading →
No justification needed. Just do it.
Oh, so long ago...
I wish my teacher knew... EVERYTHING.