Ripe, red as a kiss,
a fruit rotting on the vine.
The ache of lost love
is not in its bitterness
but how sweet it could have been.

#Tanka

It's so nice outside! I wish the Earth didn't have to die for the weather to be nice in February in New England.

"Is this cough from the deadly pandemic or just the wildfires polluting the air" is the most dystopian question I've asked myself in a while

Whoever told me that when I grew up I could do whatever I wanted neglected to also mention that I wouldn't want to do anything