I need to start painting again.
Two Days In Yosemite
I awoke in the pre-dawn hours discombobulated and delirious to a very distinctive gargle and flap of the wings. As I pried my lids open I found myself in a world where the air was so crisp you could see your own breath and so still you could hear the leaves falling to the ground, all covered with a thin blanket of campfire smoke serenity. I love fall in the Valley.
Pho, Miyazaki movies and the boy made me feel a whole lot better tonight.
Actually really liking this guy. Everything about him.
Put him in my pocket.