When I needed a photograph, I had to hand the process to someone else.
When the pandemic hit, I was suddenly in the perfect work place. I was working hard, writing the heck of things, finishing a whole book.
My heart, after decades of comings and leavings, is a brilliant web of gold.
Maybe we would have shared words. Wine. Wisdom. Winter is standing by.
Pandemic pounds? Self-negative? I am who I am and you are who you are, no matter what.
We were there, noses pressed against glass with a line forming behind us. Waffles walked to the front of his cage, licked my hand (and barked at Art), and that was that.