Ten.Five Hundred & Fifty-Eight
It worked this time. Up with the alarm, not before.
Tea and not coffee. I really want coffee.
Smashed glass and front ends and people standing on the side of the road. Each of them is holding a toddler. But everyone looks okay.
We’re early so we stop for coffee.
Grown things. But that’s a hefty tag. But this is also the kind of thing you don’t want to do cheaply.
The way the clouds make shadows on the hillsides. Some days the windmills look larger than usual.
I really gotta take down this tree.