Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 59

It's a clear morning, and it's cool. There are no clouds in the sky, except for thin ones low on the horizon, sitting behind the trees like mist. A crow calls. Bugs hum and chirp in the branches, making the air vibrate with sound, a reminder that it is in fact still summer, though it … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 59

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 52

1. I am once more sitting at the lake (yes, in my car). It’s warm this time, and the lake is very blue, though it admittedly looks a lot more turquoise through my sunglasses. (Do you ever take your sunglasses off and are suddenly disappointed at the actual color of everything? Like excuse me, someone … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 52

the Man With One Hand and the Great Blackout Disaster

Way back in ye olden days when I still ran around in cloaks and wooden swords (why on earth did I stop?) I used to blog about life. About exciting incidents or funny moments. Well, one's coming to ya'll. My mother and I went up to visit her sister (thus my aunt. That's how that … Continue reading the Man With One Hand and the Great Blackout Disaster