Day 232: The Lunch Bandit
[Project 365]
I had a moment to myself in the wee hours of Monday morning, when I went outside and sat in the driveway of my parents’ place and listened to the rising symphony of insects and night birds as they called to each other from the shadows. I grew up in the country but I never quite got used to the country dark. Country dark is dark. Impenetrable and vast. It was weird at first but…
Every time I come home from work, Jack rises to my outstretched hand as a way of saying, “Welcome back, sucker. Now feed me.” [Project 365]
… has a lot to do with the fact that most houses come with attached plots of land on which you can pretend to be a conductor coaxing the most entrancing floral notes out of the earth: My mom grows flowers so gorgeous that I don’t even need Photoshop. Truly. If I got even a fraction of her and my grandmother’s green thumbs, I will cultivate a jungle before all is said and done.
Yes I know it’s on Tumblr but I will take your semantics and punch you in the face with them if you sass me again: Quoteskine
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