Stage 2 at Coffin Ridge. Cheese, cider and this guy.
But I just can’t bring myself to worry about it today.
What will be written is you.
trying not to skim through a graphic novel is proving difficult.
I’m kind of missing my daily views of Georgian Bay
Seen not quite in the middle of nowhere but close.
What’s left after I catch up a week of circles.
The river looks different in the morning light.
I had had a lot of cats, but none so derpy, none I loved so much.