My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.
That window is oppressive. Continue reading morning coffee // The Light in the Window
It’s raining outside, I think. I can’t tell. Continue reading morning coffee // The Window
The oak leaf I pinned to my cubicle wall has begun to root–without soil, water, or sunlight. Continue reading Morning coffee, 8.22.17
Today is Monday, isn’t it? Wait. No. That’s not right. Continue reading Morning coffee, 8.15.17