Written as a stream of consciousness.
These were my thoughts as I had them today.
Wednesday . . . Thank God, the week is almost over.
“Take a deep breath.”
I got this
Standing on Franklin—waiting for a morning bus into the city, I watching gray morning clouds drift across the top of Harriman Mountain. The trees on the mountain have all become green, which makes for a pretty contrast beneath the gray rainy sky and the strands of long, cotton like clouds that drift by.
Spring . . .
I am at a moment where time Continue reading