Outside my house on this very day—give or take one day, but mainly just give—last year.
I awoke this morning to find beaming sunshine; blue skies; fields of green (but no red roses, too); 40 degree heat; and animals frolicking in the meadows.
Posted on Sunday November 27th
About me
I'm Jack. Sometimes my hair is untidy, riddled with goblins and smurfs. When I scream into the Grand Canyon, it inspires pained howling in wild dogs and wily coyotes, and compels all leaf-eating mammals to scuttle for higher ground in wait of the great flood. I think Goku is an existential paragon. My life's trajectory is adjusted towards becoming a hermit and dying alone somewhere on top of a golden mountain at sunset. Which is a jolly good innings, all told.
