Down the hill from where I live is a river. Along the river is a street that is blocked off from cars so people (and their dogs) can walk it, rather like an ad hoc boulevard.
Whatever it is, I'll take it.
A blue heron and two swans sharing space.
An embrace of two trees.
The softest morning air and pink leaves that defy my camera.
Went out with a friend for Thai food and then to the steelyard where they slayed the dragon and set the viking ship on fire. Good times.
It feels like I am truly home and am so ready to sink into a deep sleep.
Saturday, you are mine mine mine.