rain. blankets. books.
boots squish through mushy 55 cold rain steps, but gotta keep the studio’s wood stove chugging.
english muffin french toast.
saw a kid standing in Harris Cove waist deep in some kind of hunting gear, just standing.
took a drive.
…and a hundred snapshots of nothing.
googled (ahem) among other things – “lemon rosemary shortbread cookies” and “fish curry stew” which is now in the making on the stove.
I love you.