Spring, we are waiting for you. Less patiently in some places than in others. A little less than one Month until the Spring equinox. Our planet, ever-rotating. Time halts for no one. So why, do I waste so much of it? On these thoughts that wash over me. My intentional blindness. Sitting, stretching, breathing. The muscles in my legs grow weak. More coffee, more tea, the teeth in my mouth feel foreign to me.
February, 2021
Winter was moderate, not that bad in Idaho. My heart goes all the way down south, it is sad and it is broken. Rest in Peace to All
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