Measured

Measured

It was measured, her day - in all of the ways that it could be: by cups, by clock, by customers served. She took doses, breaks, feedback, and no end of shite from a world that had grown increasingly boring and stressful since she moved away from family and into ... what? A better life? "This is NOT The Fool's journey," she said, sipping her wine and staring down the cards (seeing no easy answers). "It's a fool's ERRAND." She laughed although nothing in particular presented itself as funny, and decided to go to bed early. She would make life decisions in the morning, but now was a time of dreaming. As Red readied for rest, she sighed with relief. The minute she shut her eyes, she was back on the forest path, really living, surrounded by wolves.

Rebirth

Rebirth

In Memory of: Charlie Watts

In Memory of: Charlie Watts