I'm in the murder.

If you go down to the woods today...

We live in the flicker.

The circling and expansiveness of crazy-Crone thinking need not spiral out of control.

My mood does tend to match the weather.

Like doing the invoices at the end of the month. Like reading philosophy books and papers. Like throwing the scrunchy 'Grumpy Cat'...

This pigeon watched me type for twenty minutes before flying above my head.