Sobriety. Some days I think about it. Most days, anymore, I don’t. Occasionally, I can smell the scotch. There is […]

Sobriety. Some days I think about it. Most days, anymore, I don’t. Occasionally, I can smell the scotch. There is […]
This morning felt like fall. Almost cold, very bright and gently quiet. Except for the whining of dogs. A quick […]
The morning was beautiful. Blue skies. Clouds giving depth to the infinite Not too warm, the sun not too bright. […]
There is no edge, no door, no wall. It is open. It is the end of the world. The filmy […]