monday morning 3 pm

woke up a bit late this morning, sloshed down some coffee & drove the 12-yr-old up the hill, he was late too, he relies on me to wake him up. it's fall finally, the grass crackling beneath the feet, the marching band playing in the distance, and finally, a breath outside without the steam-heat pressing on the lungs.

makes a person think of travelling.

if you're down this way, stop in...
land-a linkin', Illinois