Wednesday, September 29, 2021

Resin, deer and message.

1. The smell of resin among the rain-wet sunset-lit pine trunks, 

2. A long way down the path, almost so far off that it is hard to understand what I am seeing, a deer waits, alert.

3. Alec and Nick are visiting a school this evening. Around the time we are expecting them back, I get a message from Nick saying that they are queuing for free food.

Not full, new coffee and nearly gone.

1. Opening the dishwasher and discovering that it is not full and clean as expected, so I don't need to empty it.  2. The new coffee has...