TRAIN

Spring greenery flies past the window as we're zooming north. Glimpses of beauty as we cross the upper reaches of the Chesapeake. Glimpses, also, of a life that is not mine. A life that is what I would wish for...or only dream of, or I don't know. Can't seem to get there from my day to day. Living large is always fun...but what about the eventual let down, that feeling of being an imposter, not belonging, not even on my way...He rambles.

Me and the Doo...

Up late, not sleeping, dog is farting non-stop. I must be at work tomorrow morning, but I don't want to give up on the evening.