...and still surviving.

Just had the feedback on the first draft of the essay. Yep. Not what I'd hoped.

This tree has entwined itself.

How we treat the animal depends on how we frame it.

I look through my legs at the world above me and the deep blue vault of the sky below.

We, like all life, came from the water, the sea.

Today the sky sang and I looked up and saw the skylark.

I kept taking the paths less traveled and ended up in a place where few would want to go.

The daffy-down-dillies are sunshine in the villages.

The sage disappeared.

Yesterday I wrote I wanted to see a hare.

Above, a woodpecker pecks.

...we found evidence of other travelers.

I feel like I could do with protection.

Is this what life is?

One of the earth's penises?

...but it's actually a clematis.

Yeah? What of it?

I have 19 other cats.

Trim the byways and cut the culs-de-sac.