[indistinguishable marks]

nothing really matters. not the crows poised trilling with neat claws and important feathers in the corridor drenched with expired notice boards. not the pale white light boasting leftover liquid cereal on dark nights of slobber spinning drunk over sloshy rain slabs and honks that pull you up. not the Kiss, or the sheets that

[i will love you]

i will love you for as long as i shall live and long after the final sun sets. sgh

[she is something you can’t put your finger on]

sgh

[describing the happiness of that morning]

that morning i sauntered  into the sun as it spilled on to the street. i skipped past the transparent blotches on the cobblestones like puddles on the table from the water jug over breakfast. i looked up. the sky was a beauty that morning. a newborn baby. flickering waves on the water. airplane clouds ahead.

Since I last blogged.

Since I last blogged, I became an auntie. My niece was born in late December and she’s small and soft with a tuft of hair. Jillianne and I bought her some duck-beak slippers. As of a few days ago, she has begun to smile. Since I last blogged, I’ve climbed two mountains. Mount Ozzard (750