EENY MEENY MINY MO
The sun is shining as hard as it can between the jet trails. It bums me out that I have to draw the curtains at work when I have such a short time to enjoy the sunshine to begin with. I want to fling the curtains wide, open the window and lean out, breathing deeply of the crisp, cold air. I want to watch my breath curl and smoke and pretend I’m a dragon. The other day as I was driving to work up the hill to Lund I saw a huge flock of birds, black against the lavender-blue* sky...