The earth tucked herself in for the year with winter’s frosty white blanket
prose
Personal injury
Sometimes a relationship can hobble along for years with an injured leg
Reduced visibility
A bad attitude is a fog over your whole body.
Belly laughs
When laughter feasts, sadness starves.
Tickle me pink & atomic tangerine
I can tell it’s probably not going to be much of a productive day when I spend ten minutes over morning coffee trying to match each color of the sunrise to its corresponding crayon.
Counterbalance
No matter how frustrating and scary everything else seems to be in this crazy world, at least there’s this: it’s pumpkin pie season!
Aegrotum sanare
Autumn is the antidote to stifling summer.
Gilt
Can a good person be both a tree hugger and a book lover, when one has to be murdered to create the other?
Imperfect
“I weep over my imperfect pages, but if future generations read them, they will be more touched by my weeping than by any perfection I might have achieved, since perfection would have kept me from weeping and, therefore, from writing.”
—Fernando Pessoa (1888–1935), translated by Richard Zenith, 2015
Reformulated
Perhaps age is just youth
— old and improved!
Shadow-sweet
If beer tastes too much of cheer,
well then it borders on porter.
Morning routine
Breathe, thank, pray, rise,
Symptomatic
A maltreated body will cry out in symptoms.