I am grateful to be employed.
There are a LOT of dead rats down where I work.
Those two statements have little to do with each other, really.
I am full of happiness at how sunny the day was, how I am alive.
I grieve for the end of life of the mother of a friend. I hope to see her soon, before she goes into hospice.
I send a kiss and a smile to a man I know, and the international call me sign to another.
Spring deliberates so briefly and then it comes on, flouncing in on a raindrop, hazy with pollen. There is a time when trees unpack themselves and fling themselves at the sun, deliberate as all get out, but by damn, they get there, and sequoias be your guide.