Tuesday, Jul. 13, 2010 @ 7:50 am
Driving late into the night through the mountains, I can smell the douglas fir before I can see them. My sister drives me across a city that I hate and love with equal passion, a city that is the only place that will ever feel like home. Out on the lake, dipping a toe, jumping from the boat into the cold, green water. Out in the yard: mowing, mowing, mowing. Work, sleep, eat, drive.
Play with cat.