Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
Going outside right now is like a sunlit stroll on a warm, sandy beach.
Except it’s dark, and cloudy enough to obscure the waxing gibbous moon, and it’s 31 degrees out, and that’s granular snow, not sand, under my feet, which are wearing boots, not sandals or barefoot.
Other than that, exactly the same.
This may be the first full day of fall, but summer yet lives when I can go outside on a late Sunday afternoon and hear the sounds of the ice cream truck’s music in the air.
There should be a crayon in the big box of Crayolas named September Blue Sky.
This formation of geese flying south for the winter has been brought to you by the letter V and the number 17.
You’re all seen Google Ads on the side of various web pages. This is what I saw today:
CUSTOM GENE SYNTHESIS
5 free DNA sequencing reactions with every synthetic gene order
If you see something strange as you’re walking around, perhaps this is the reason. It could be that someone did not choose wisely.