8:18
It has been a challenging week.
At this time of year, I’m hard of hearing.
Isaiah inspires my drawing today. Yes, even these silly monkeys.
I park the car on the side of the cornfield and get out.
This, hopefully, is the start of something big.
My search for stairs has led me, appropriately, to the courthouse.
What I like best about a lily pond is the dark water.
I shouldn’t be on this path.
I only notice the bird because it is dancing.
The day dawns as I take to the lake.
This rose bush is admirable.
I have to read the young woman’s sign twice.
I realize now how much I miss this.
The problem with progression is it’s sneaky.
My grandson is a talker who doesn’t require words.