Wednesday, September 11

YEAR:  2019 | Tags:  | | | |

Woods, 8:11


The weather has become summery again, and I have slept all night, waking only a few times for a minute or less wondering how I could dream that.

My bike having a rear tyre that has decided to appear as flat as it can, I walk to the bus stop by the gas station by Teboil. As I do, I decide to turn right down a little path that contains more foliage than the normal route. I see tall white flowers, or tall white remnants of flowers.

I don’t know what I should call the white stuff, but I like it. Officer.