a book of days

+++ hot buttered lobster rolls, battered oysters served with wasabi mayonnaise or whitebait fritter sandwiches*. if you were a “fast food”

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why. – Kurt Vonnegut

+++ a run that was harder than i anticipated – every invisible flame within me burned itself to ash in the heat

+++ this little song thrush throws loud staccato insults at milo whenever he’s out in the garden. it puffs itself

+++ best discovery of the day today… two cameras – this little beauty + a polaroid 600 – both loaded with film!

+++ you are here. breathing. part of a grand and intelligent universe. your being here, now, is no accident. your stories

+++ the leaving, the returning, the invigorating swim before day becomes dusk.

+++ a good mail kind of day + a “leave it all on the floor” in the gym kind of day + a