Three beautiful things most days.
1. The rain radar suggests that the storm will pass soon enough.
2. A maple leaf like a broken star lies on the stair where Nick took off his shoes.
3. We walk home on a wet evening scaring each other with stories about things in the dark.
1. I'm into week four, and to my surprise, I'm doing triceps dips. Not very well, and I can't manage the whole forty-five second...
