Ocean waves like breath grow and subside in rhythm, And some day will end
Now the storm has passed, It is no longer humid. These are hammock days.
I have fallen so far behind it isn’t funny. I seriously wish that I would never lose momentum, but there are times it happens and I get lazy; so lazy that I feel bad and it leads to posts like … Continue reading
My wife Sarah asked if I could write a pair of Haikus comparing and contrasting our contrary views of the season of summer. Sarah adores the season, and I can barely tolerate it, though this summer has thus far been particularly … Continue reading
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