Moooose!
Dream that dream, bring it all together.
Come on spring!
War Buddies.
With a warm hand on the shoulder, a subtle nudge, a gentle but forceful push to the edge. It beckoned with such a fierceness, I couldn’t help but to follow the path.
I feel like I’m 50 years old most days, like I’ve seen, and experienced, a lifetime of things. I guess I’m just an old soul I suppose.
Hum. Bug.
How can there be rest for the wicked.
