Middle Day

Some call it the hump.

But I call it comfy, nestled, buffered. Cozy.

Spots

I don't know how I do it.

I just do.

Pocket Crunch

Small dry layers.

Inside small dry folds. All crinkly.

Mush Season

Is approaching. Colors fading soon in the wet.

Time for a long winter nap.

Alley Crawl

While remaining sober, thoughtful, and upright.

And clothed, which is pretty much expected around here.

Coral Leafs

You poke at them enough.

They come out this way.

November Pulse Line

Shows my alley thoughts, bricked.

On my way home to drink alone. Think blue.

Today Is Hum-Along Wednesday

Droning in color is encouraged.

Until boredom kills the thrill.

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Today's lucky number.

Found between two cracks in the veil of reality.

Clouds & Rain & Leaves

Everything returns to flatness.

Including our emotions. If we let them.

Sunday Vision

Not much here. But it's mine.

Keep moving, please.

Warm Colors, Cold Day

Snowing now, with a chance of icicles.

All the hamsters are safe and snug in their burrows, munching nuts.

Details

You know what's in the details.

Truth. Love. Joy. Colored squiggly things.

November Thursday

Good enough.

What can I say?

Remembrance Of Things Past

Leafs, flowers, sunshine.

All those things which, like love and kindness, have no value.

At Home On The Wall

A bit of color.

Just in time for winter.

Monday

Knocked flat? Wasted? Put out of commission?

Or just waiting comfortably for the right time? Monday is a good day to decide.

I Saw Something

It saw me.

We saw each other. So it goes.

Cloudy With A Chance Of Darkness

Another crepuscular Saturday.

Sitting here, waiting for spring.

Happy Storm Day

The clock's up to eleven.

It's still ticking while the world is dripping. Plus wind.

November 10: Leaf Day

Happy Holiday!

At least for me. Nose to the ground again.

National Branch Day

Is just around the corner.

Somewhere. I think. Maybe.

Another Day

Lost among the trees.

Looking for the forest.

Partly Dark With A Chance Of Black

Somewhere over the rainbow.

There is a rainbow. But we may have to wait for it.

Bush Pussy

Knows who you are.

And what you've been doing.

This Day In Leafery

Nuther one falls.

Gravity: 97,247,435,981,274. Leafs: 0

Tiny Hope

The last bit of green.

Hides, waiting for its next chance.

News? No News.

Another ordinary day.

In Nowhereland. Napping with the cat.

Hello, World!

Hello. Hello?

Dang. Wrong number again.

Hello November

Today is first in line.

For what, we shall see.